Thursday, March 23, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
Saturday, March 11, 2017
When I was a little girl, it was possible to buy tiny baby turtles as pets. We had one that we kept in a bowl. Fortunately, it was discovered that these babies carry salmonella, so it became illegal to sell them.
Red-eared sliders can live 30 years or longer, so maybe this one will come back to see us!
Saturday, March 4, 2017
This photograph was made 54 years ago, in the Spring before our wedding in December of 1963. I love the picture. Not just because we were so young and unwrinkled and happy, but because we are focused on each other. At this time we were in the very early months of learning and loving. The decision to have a wedding by the end of the year had not been made. But as we focused, we were open to all the possibilities of the future. I believe that, along with a focus of faith in God and all that he would bring us, is the strong golden thread that holds these now many years of meeting every day's victories and vicissitudes. We have 3 wonderful sons, their wives who are like our daughters, and 6 amazing grandchldren. Our clan now numbers fourteen, and pictures are hard to get because that means everybody gathered and still at the same time! I love the ways they build their own families with focus and faith.
Friday, February 24, 2017
This is my father, Oliver Parker. Daddy and his twin sister, Dora, were born 112 years ago today on February 17, 1905. All of my family loved and are so proud of this great man in our lives and we miss him very, very much. This is a picture of Daddy at about age 12 with a friend.
Note: My father-in-law, Oliver Parker, passed away before Joe and I were married, so I never met him. But he left a legacy of hard work, perserverance, faith, and love as communicated through the years to me by my husband and his brothers and sister. Now there is another Oliver Parker, his great grandson who bears his name - our baby grandson, Oliver Hilton Parker!
Friday, February 17, 2017
Friday, February 10, 2017
I thought of the book's title when Nora remembered my shell basket yesterday and ran to pull it from under my bed. She loves to sort the shells and is most fond of the tiniest shells. We spent a long time handling the shells and talking about how beautiful each one is. She knows the names of a few. Later, she will learn more. For now, it is enough to delight in them, to touch them, and pretend. She is a little shell seeker.
Our sons loved shells and liked to keep them. Jeremy had quite a collection so many of these are his. Many of them came from the beaches on Sanibel Island, Florida, where our family spent time in 1980. The tulip shells came from a flat boat journey out to the mud flats.All of our sons talk about that trip and the fun they had being shell seekers. There are many years between their shell hunting and Nora's discovery of the same shells. The family story is still being written. I am grateful for the seeking and the finding and the keeping, of shells, and of story.