The blog archives , from previous blogs, are located at the end of the row of pictures on the left. The date posted beneath each picture corresponds with a date in the archives.
April 30, 2015
Abraham Lincoln has been quoted as saying, "All that I am I owe to my saintly mother." If mothers really understood the influence they have on their children, the world would either produce better mothers, or children would one day cease to exist. If mothers really knew, it could scare a good lot of them out of having children. And if that happened, it would cause a trend to be set and eventually, every woman would climb on board the "No baby Express" and that would be the end of humans.
Well, maybe not. But really my kids and many others would have had a better mother, if we'd only known. But as it is, most of us are pretty good mothers, for we love our children, generally, although not always, more than ourselves, and love, it is said, covers a multitude of sins.
This story is about one mother's love, a love as pure as the rarest of diamonds, a love perhaps equal in this sense to God's love. (more…)
February 28, 2015
I saw American Sniper the other day and I thought it was a good movie. I would not call it outstanding, but interesting and it held my attention. I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty considering the subject matter. Some abhorred the violence in the film, but violence (more…)
February 1, 2015
Five years ago, I wrote my first chapter story for kids for a program called Newspapers in Education. All of the five stories I've written for the program are historical fiction set in Kansas. The story currently being featured, is about a boy with the pony express. But I want to write in this (more…)
January 1, 2015
2015... a fresh new year, like a fresh layer of snow before we trample it with footsteps, car tires, our dog's paw prints and yellow stains :-) , sled runners, and, depending on where and how we live, the various other prints that mark our snowy landscapes--if we have snowy landscapes. Some of us (more…)
November 19, 2014
My friend has two undated letters from Germany (translated into English) written to family members about 1933. The Depression in America had also hit Germany and to top it off, Hitler was raising his ugly head. The writers, Lina and Carl, describe the deplorable living conditions of the common German and at the end of (more…)
September 3, 2014
I’m ending this blog about life quilts with a story about a man named Jimmy. If judged by the world’s standards, I suppose one would call Jimmy a failure. He never had a real job, just an odd job now and then. He had no family, never married. He had no (more…)
August 9, 2014
Emily Morgan’s life quilt was stitched with threads of healing and service to others. Dubbed the Angel of the Yukon, she was inducted into the Alaska Hall of Fame for her heroic efforts when in 1925 she helped stop a diphtheria epidemic in Nome and the surrounding villages. Born on a farm in Butler (more…)
July 11, 2014
The stitching on Edith Eva Eger’s life’s quilt began at birth as all of our quilts do, but in 1944, at age sixteen, when her life was interrupted by imprisonment in Auschwitz, a German concentration camp, a place of misery, death, and horror for the Jews and others deemed unworthy of dignity and life, the stitches in her life quilt became deeper, finer, and more intricate. It was on that day, loaded in a cattle car on the train bound for that place of horrors, that she took to heart her mother’s words. As they traveled toward the camp, her mother would not survive, her mother's words became her mantra. “Everything can be taken away from a human being except what we put in your heads.” Always afterwards when asked how she got through all of it, Egers simply said, ”I created my own world and never let the Nazis get into my head. If I survived that day, the next I might be free.” (more…)
May 20, 2014
I remember a story a pastor in our church told as an example of those who cannot see good in hardly anything versus those who see good in nearly everything. The story, he told, was about a King who treasured the beauty of the earth, and who wanted to know what kind of flowers grew in his kingdom. So he sent out two men to take note of every flower that grew on the land belonging to him. Eventually the men returned and reported to the king. “Here’s my list, Your majesty," one of them said, holding out a very short list indeed. "You only have a few flowers in your kingdom, but you sure have a lot of weeds." The other guy, holding a really, really long list, suddenly looked decidedly uncomfortable and acted as if he’d like to drop through the floor. Head hanging, he could barely meet the king’s eyes when the king, looking quite dejected himself, turned to him and said, “Well, and what did you find?” “Your Majesty," the man began, “I’m so sorry. They were all so pretty, I thought they were all flowers.” The totally optimistic person is hard to find. Mankind, it seems, has an almost automatically critical nature. It’s easier for us to find fault, to see many more weeds than flowers. (more…)
April 22, 2014
Today, I am beginning a series of blogs that will last several months. Each blog will be a continuation of the last, like stitching peices of cloth together to make blocks and then the blocks stitched together to make a quilt.
There is a theatre production called “The Quilters” about the lives of some women living on the great plains of the Midwest. In the opening scene, the women have gathered to work on a quilt, and the talk among them is how their quilts are like their lives. How the “pieces of their lives” are linked together to make a whole. The many pieces become blocks and the many blocks become a completed quilt.
In one scene, Sarah, one of the women says, “You can’t always change things. Sometimes you don’t have no control. You’re just given so much to work with in a life, and you have to do the best you can with what you’ve got. Your materials is passed on to you, or is all you can afford to buy. That’s just what is given to you. But the way you put them together is your business, and that determines your fate. You can put them in any order you like.” (more…)