My daughters were so surprized when they heard that I was blogging. "When, how, who, no way, who helped, your kidding, do you even know what blogging is?" were just a few of their shocked responses as their somewhat technically challenged 51 year old mother, that would be me, used up to date language with the application. Ironically, it was my 65 year old sister who turned me on to the use of blogging as she starting writing about our family history and encouraged us to join in the memories, combining the times past with todays method of sharing and communicating, in other words - blogging. Yes my dear darlings, I might have trouble locating which folder I saved a file in, using the menu on my cell phone, and quickly navigating new aps on the web, but I am indeed blogging.
It is an enjoyable activity, reading others and commenting or adding your own musings. It can be difficult to find time, I mean by the time you check your email, facebook, text messages and blackberry who has time left to think of something to blog about? However, I do think it a good discipline to stop and smell the roses and read the blogs. It's better than reading the obituaries. Speaking of obituaries, the world did not end yesterday, as predicted. How silly to think that you could predict the end when the Bible clearly states that no man knows the hour or the day. This is the kind of thing that gives Christianity a bad name and makes it the laughing stock of the world. Although I must say when our associate Pastor put up a picture on the screen of nothing left of our Lead Pastor but a shirt, pair of pants, socks and shoes I had to laugh histerically. The thing is that it doesn't matter when the world ends, what matters is where your at and where your going. For some, today was their last day. Some knew it was coming and some didn't. I am sure when everyone went to work on 9-11 they never expected it to be their last day, or the kids at Columbine, or someone killed in a car accident or struck by lightning. My husband and I chuckled when we heard the news reporting that someone had predicted the end for all "unsaved" and asked each other what we would do if we were knowingly down to the last 24 hours of our time on earth. Of course my husband being such a manly man, said Make Love, and for my sake added and eat bon bons. The majority obviously did not take the prediction very seriously and continued living in much the same way they did without the announcment. We semantically teased our daughters and told them to get right with God before 6 p.m. Now that all is said and done, kidding aside, what if... what if you knew when your time was up. Would you change anything? Theres an old colloquial saying "What are you living for?" or "What would you die for?" is a question worth pondering. I'm thinking of one of my friends who would answer that she would die for chocolate. Are we making a difference with our lives? Do we live to have the newest gadget, fasted car, nicest home? Why do we do what we do? Do we have any convictions? Are we chasing the wind. Scripture tells us old things have passed away, behold all things are new. How about you?
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
My First Communion
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My First Communion
"Sons of God, hear this holy word, gather round the table of the word, eat his body, drink his blood, and will sing a song of love. A le lu Al le lu Al le lu ia - - - Brothers, Sisters we are one and our life has just begun --- In the Spirit we are one --- We will live forever ---- A le lu A le lu Al le lu ia"
Its been nearly 40 - 45 years since I've sang that song, but many many years ago it was a song we sang weekly at catechism class, and for some reason it stands out in my memory. I don't remember alot, but I do remember sitting at a long rectangular table at St. Marks Church in Garden City learning about God, the tennents of the faith and sharpening my concience , as a reverential fear of God was instilled within me. The Ten Commandements were just that, COMMANDMENTS, they were not suggestions or the ten choices, they were a matter of life or death, an accepted or condemned future, an invitation to heaven or hell. Thats pretty serious stuff.
And then the BIG day finally came, my First Communion. A very special day indeed, dressed in a short sleeved white lace dress that fell just above the knee, with a silky slip underneath, white ruffled anklet socks folded over with a tiny pink ribbon attached and shiney white patent leather shoes, I walked down the long narrow church aisle as proud onlookers smiled and knowledge of a celebration afterwards at the Woolworths Counter for hot chocolate awaited me.
In all my revelry and excitement I accidently bumped over that cup of hot chocolate and it spilled onto my pretty white dress like patchwork. Mom was incredibly patient and understanding as she napkin dried the spots and puddle of chocolate that landed on my lap. My dress now had the look of a brown spotted cow. Getting off of that high round red stool with its faux leather cover and tall silver legs and a double circlular base, was a long step, but even with those fresh brown stains I still felt special having achieved my First Communion and partaking of that round white wafer referred to as a host. Now I could join the bigger kids and grown ups. That was a really big deal for the youngest member of the family who usually was just tagging along.
My First Communion
"Sons of God, hear this holy word, gather round the table of the word, eat his body, drink his blood, and will sing a song of love. A le lu Al le lu Al le lu ia - - - Brothers, Sisters we are one and our life has just begun --- In the Spirit we are one --- We will live forever ---- A le lu A le lu Al le lu ia"
Its been nearly 40 - 45 years since I've sang that song, but many many years ago it was a song we sang weekly at catechism class, and for some reason it stands out in my memory. I don't remember alot, but I do remember sitting at a long rectangular table at St. Marks Church in Garden City learning about God, the tennents of the faith and sharpening my concience , as a reverential fear of God was instilled within me. The Ten Commandements were just that, COMMANDMENTS, they were not suggestions or the ten choices, they were a matter of life or death, an accepted or condemned future, an invitation to heaven or hell. Thats pretty serious stuff.
And then the BIG day finally came, my First Communion. A very special day indeed, dressed in a short sleeved white lace dress that fell just above the knee, with a silky slip underneath, white ruffled anklet socks folded over with a tiny pink ribbon attached and shiney white patent leather shoes, I walked down the long narrow church aisle as proud onlookers smiled and knowledge of a celebration afterwards at the Woolworths Counter for hot chocolate awaited me.
In all my revelry and excitement I accidently bumped over that cup of hot chocolate and it spilled onto my pretty white dress like patchwork. Mom was incredibly patient and understanding as she napkin dried the spots and puddle of chocolate that landed on my lap. My dress now had the look of a brown spotted cow. Getting off of that high round red stool with its faux leather cover and tall silver legs and a double circlular base, was a long step, but even with those fresh brown stains I still felt special having achieved my First Communion and partaking of that round white wafer referred to as a host. Now I could join the bigger kids and grown ups. That was a really big deal for the youngest member of the family who usually was just tagging along.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
That Big Old Beautiful dining Room Table
Long Long Ago
Long Long Ago
I too remember that BIG dining room table, especially the swirl designing around the edges, the claw feet, and some family meetings. How I wish that table had remained in the family, I wonder what happened to it? Sooooo many moves. It was nice to have the stability of one home for the first twelve years of my life, to know the neighbors and be so familiar with the community. Dutchland farms, the skating rink, the Cranston pool. I wish I could remember family meals and siblings around the table, but I simply don't. Moving to Vermont, back to Rhode Iskand, and then back to, and all around Vermont every year for the first 6 years we came to the very cold North, there was no big family table or meals or siblings. There were at first a house that got flooded, then apartments, then a haunted house, and then a new home, and another new home and then a third new home which became the most permanent for a while. There was old furniture, new furniture, sibling visits, and long hard hours for mom and dad as they built their buisness. I learned flexibility.
I too remember that BIG dining room table, especially the swirl designing around the edges, the claw feet, and some family meetings. How I wish that table had remained in the family, I wonder what happened to it? Sooooo many moves. It was nice to have the stability of one home for the first twelve years of my life, to know the neighbors and be so familiar with the community. Dutchland farms, the skating rink, the Cranston pool. I wish I could remember family meals and siblings around the table, but I simply don't. Moving to Vermont, back to Rhode Iskand, and then back to, and all around Vermont every year for the first 6 years we came to the very cold North, there was no big family table or meals or siblings. There were at first a house that got flooded, then apartments, then a haunted house, and then a new home, and another new home and then a third new home which became the most permanent for a while. There was old furniture, new furniture, sibling visits, and long hard hours for mom and dad as they built their buisness. I learned flexibility.
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