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| The History of APRONS |
I don't think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
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| NEVER FORGET 911 |
A man from Norfolk, VA called a local radio station to share this on September 11th, 2003. His Name was Robert Matthews. These are his words…
'A few weeks before September 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her.
Shortly after I said ‘amen,’ we both heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight. Both very upset, we drove home.
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| Healing with Dreams By Elaine Williams |
There were many nights as a new widow, I fell into an exhausted, restless sleep. In the first two years after my husband's death, I had countless dreams in which he appeared. My dreaming seemed to revolve around day-to-day issues with my kids, money, fear of failure, and later, reentering the dating world. Often I would awake from a dream and try to decipher the meaning. I had been doing this for years, but having lost my husband, the dreams now held special significance.
If a dream felt particularly vivid, I would write it down. Sometimes bits and pieces would be recalled at a later point in the day, almost like a déjà vu moment. I sometimes experienced an "ah-ha" moment, and yet other times I wondered why I had crazy and confusing dreams. Then there were the comforting dreams. I speculated was it really my husband communicating with me, or was my subconscious responsible for the messages received?
Whatever the source, dreams wove all through my healing process. There were nights I went to bed feeling on the edge of despair, only to awaken and recall a dream offering hope and new meaning. On the days I felt frail in my grief, hopeful messages were held tightly to my heart. Perhaps I was too busy during the day to pay attention to my own fears, so during sleep, some of the answers were provided.
Some mornings I recalled only a snippet of a dream. I went through a period of incredible stress regarding one of my children's relationship issues. In a dream during that period, when my son seemed to be floundering, I woke with these words in my head, "He rose to the top." There was immediate comfort and I knew my son would be okay.
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Posted on Feb 06, 2008 18:59pm by admin
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| GRANDMA'S HANDS |
GRANDMA'S HANDS
Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.
She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.
When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the
longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.
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Posted on Jan 07, 2008 21:50pm by admin
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| IN LOVING MEMORY OF WESLEY CLINTON VINEYARD |
1ST CORINTHIANS 15: 51-58
But let me tell a wonderful secret God has revealed to us. Not all of us will die, but we all will be transformed. It will happen in a moment, in the blinking of an eye, when the last trumpet is blown. For when the trumpet sounds,the Christians who have died will be raised with transformed bodies. And then we who are living will be transformed so that we will never die. For our pershable earthly bodies must be transformed in to heavenly bodies that will never die.
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| In Loving memory of Bessie Beatrice Vineyard |
A Life Remembered 1920-1985
WHERE THERE IS LOVE by Helen Rice
Where there is love the heart it light,
Where there is love the day is bright,
Where there is love there is a song
To helpwhen things are going wrong...
Where there is love there is a smile
To make things seem more worthwhile,
Where there is love there's quiet peace,
A tranquil place where turmoils cease...
Love changes darkness into light
And makes the heart take "wingless flight"...
And Mothers have a special way
of filling homes with love each day,
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Posted on Sep 18, 2007 19:28pm by admin
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| IN LOVING MEMORY OF JAMES ARCHIE DERDEN |
James Archie Derden, who passed away away on October 15, 1982. "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust" these immortal words from you we heard so frequently, still ring clear in our hearts and souls, as we remember today the anniversary of your eternal peace.
Today is filled with thoughts of you and all the warmth and wonderful times we shared, all the special ways you used to show us how much you cared for us. All the happiness you gave us, just by being there.
It's so lonely here without you, we miss your loving voice, and beautiful sound of music from your violin, the happiness and joy you showed, when we all gave you a big birthday dinner, how your eyes lit up with each gift you opened, and how you would dance for us, you had a wonderful sense of humor.
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Posted on Sep 18, 2007 00:49am by admin
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