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Mom’s Handwriting

8 Dec

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

JUDY

                                             

 My Mother’s handwriting was really beautiful.  From what I understand, she and my Aunt Jessie were taught “penmanship” in school.  Not only is that not taught in today’s schools, but I’m afraid that cursive writing is a thing of the past.  I suspect it will be as difficult for our grandchildren to read as the Old English is to us.  What a pity.

In any case, I loved getting letters from Mom.  While she nearly always hand-wrote all her letters, I always type out mine.  My handwriting is terrible!  Almost unintelligible!  But Mother wrote lovely, loving letters and I enjoyed them all.

As I was growing up, we never heard of automatic dishwashers, so I learned to wash and hand-dry the dishes from our meals.  Since the humidity in Albuquerque, New Mexico was very low – very dry – it didn’t take long for those dishcloths (T-towels, we called them) to dry out.

One Christmas I received a set of T-towels from my Mother, that she had hand embroidered for me.  Now, embroidered T-towels were not a novelty, but these were special.  Mother had written out some “sayings” and embroidered those sayings on the T-towels.  I told her once that I would always have her “with me” – since I had her handwriting on those towels!  Here are the things she wrote:

Psalms 118:24
Hi
Hello There
Have Fun
Good Morning
Have a Nice Day

I used those towels until they literally had holes in them, before purchasing new ones.  I don’t know how to embroider – I’ve tried many, many times, but just can’t get the knack of it, so my T-towels will remain plain.

But I always have the ones my Mother made especially for me – in her own handwriting.  They are treasures for me.

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What the World Needs Now is Love Sweet Love

1 Nov 
From the Heart

Louise Gibson

author of Window Wonders

 

Have you ever asked yourself
"Who do I love, and why?"
Wouldn't you amaze yourself
if you sincerely tried to reply?


"Do I truly love my neighbor
as well as I love myself?
Should I continue my endeavor
to "touch someone"-
or "put it on the shelf"?

"Just continue, dear Lord to prod me
if I hesitate too long..
Put my priorities in order, please,
Remind me of this song."


Composer:  Burt Bacharach


" What the world needs now is love, sweet love.
it's the only thing there's too little of.
What the world needs now is love, sweet love,
No, not just for some,
But for everyone.




Lord, we don't need another meadow;
There are cornfields and wheat fields enough to grow,
There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine
Oh, listen, if you want to know.


What the world needs now is love, sweet love.
It's the only thing that there's just too little of.
What the world needs now is love, sweet love-
No, not just for some, but for everyone.



				
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A New Beginning

	
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SUNDAY MEMORIES


 Judy Wills


JUDY


 Back in March, there appeared a post on Old Things R New, written by our Grandson, Forrest.  If you want to check it out, it was March 18, and titled So How Did I Do It?  It was about purchasing an engagement ring and proposing to the love of his life.  He’s a great writer.


I now want to tell you the rest of the story – and a new beginning.  Forrest and Alyssa were married on Friday, July 12.  It was a grand event, and well attended.  Parents and Grandparents from both sides of Forrest’s and Alyssa’s family were there, as well as  aunts, uncles, and cousins.


I had teased Forrest last Christmas about being “ticked” at him and Alyssa.  At his “why?” I told him our story.  You see, Alyssa and her family are from San Jose, California.  When they announced their engagement, I began plotting our trip to San Jose and California – back to see all the sights we saw when Fred and I lived there.  And I had wanted, for quite a while now, to take a cruise that went along the California coastline, from San Diego up to Washington State.  I had it all planned out in my mind, and had even begun looking at cruises.


And then the bottom dropped out – they had decided to get married in Wheaton, Illinois, where they met at school!!  NOOOOOOOO!!!  There went my dream cruise!


Didn’t matter that it made more sense to get married there, where all their school friends were.  I wanted that trip to California!!!!  Oh well, this is not my party.


And so we all gathered on Thursday for the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.**1  Forrest’s sister was to be a bridesmaid.  Our Grandtwins were both to be in the wedding party – Hannah as a flower girl and Connor as the ring bearer.


The dinner was held at The Ivy, a neat old building in downtown Wheaton, that one time had been a funeral home.  Stained glass windows and all.  Lovely.


The wedding itself went off without a hitch.  I was watching Forrest as Alyssa and her father walked down the aisle toward him, and saw his chin quiver, and his eyes get a bit red.  The pastor later said that it was a good thing the music lasted just a little longer, so that Forrest could compose himself!


The party moved to the Morton Arboretum for the reception, where Forrest had proposed to Alyssa.  Beautiful place, and just the right setting for the occasion.


And then the newly married couple was off to Cancun for their honeymoon.  Forrest was eager to show Alyssa some of the spots we all had seen on a cruise together.


And a new beginning starts…..

				
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Dad~Love~Faith

	
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On the Porch


Onisha Ellis


Onisha


 


Back in the late fifties, going to church was a much more sociable activity than it is today. Once the service was over the adults would linger outside the church, on the sidewalk just to chat and enjoy being together. The children, glad to be freed from the trial of sitting still would run around like uncaged monkeys playing tag and screaming until a parent shushed us.  One particular evening, the air had a chill to it and I stood Lucerne Parkshivering next to my dad. Without making a big  “to do” about it, he took off his suit jacket and put it around my shoulders. It covered my small body completely and smelled like my dad’s Vitalis hair oil and a faint scent of cigarrete smoke. I felt completely safe and warm covered by his jacket. That was my first picture of how much God loved me.


My dad and mom loved to fish and we drove to the east coast of Florida every Friday night to fish. In my childhood I can’t remember a time I didn’t have a fishing pole. I started with a cane pole in the local lakes. When I was considered big enough to have a real fishing rod and reel, it was a small Zebco. I remember my dad teaching me first how to bait my hook, release the line and how important it was to “hold your pole Loved catching the big ones.up” when you were reeling in a fish. Next he taught me how to tie a hook onto my line and change the weights. He wanted me to be self-sufficient but he was always there to help me out when I tangled my line or man the long dip net when I had a fish to big for me to reel up. This was my second picture of how God loved me. Like my dad, God would always be there to help me untangle my life and he would be my “dip net” when I called out to him.


Matthew 7:11 says-“ If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!”


 


My dad was a humble man and because of his humility, it took me many years to realize what a truly remarkable father he was.


Me and dad
Me and dad


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