Chilly night! Chili night! Happy Saturday!
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Friday, November 22, 2013
Day Three Hundred Twenty Six 2013
The courage of life is often a less dramatic spectacle than the courage of a final moment; but it is no less a magnificent mixture of triumph and tragedy.
~John F. Kennedy
A dreary day of sad remembrance on the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. If you happened to be alive on that day back in 1963 and were over the age of five, you probably remember exactly where you were and what you were doing when you heard the news of his death. My memory is much the same as most school kids back then. I was 10 years old, sitting with my classmates at Capshaw Elementary School, working on our language assignment in Mrs. Bilbrey’s 5th grade classroom. The principal came on the intercom and announced that the president had been shot and had died. I don’t remember his exact words. I do remember feeling shocked and scared and watching my teacher’s face fill with sorrow. She took off her glasses and put a hand over her face. We didn’t get out of school early. I remember recess later and sitting on the jungle gym with other classmates and talking about what had happened. I have no idea what we said. Life moves on pretty quickly when you’re ten. We watched his funeral on TV. Felt so sad for his pretty wife and two little children. One thousand days in office. Did he make a positive difference while he was president? Yes. Was America better off after he died? Probably not.
~John F. Kennedy
A dreary day of sad remembrance on the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. If you happened to be alive on that day back in 1963 and were over the age of five, you probably remember exactly where you were and what you were doing when you heard the news of his death. My memory is much the same as most school kids back then. I was 10 years old, sitting with my classmates at Capshaw Elementary School, working on our language assignment in Mrs. Bilbrey’s 5th grade classroom. The principal came on the intercom and announced that the president had been shot and had died. I don’t remember his exact words. I do remember feeling shocked and scared and watching my teacher’s face fill with sorrow. She took off her glasses and put a hand over her face. We didn’t get out of school early. I remember recess later and sitting on the jungle gym with other classmates and talking about what had happened. I have no idea what we said. Life moves on pretty quickly when you’re ten. We watched his funeral on TV. Felt so sad for his pretty wife and two little children. One thousand days in office. Did he make a positive difference while he was president? Yes. Was America better off after he died? Probably not.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Day Three Hundred Twenty Five 2013
Picture Postcards From My Big Back Yard
Autumn is the hush before winter. ~French Proverb
Autumn is the hush before winter. ~French Proverb
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Day Three Hundred Twenty Four 2013
WEDNESDAY this and that
Neil and I went for a walk around the block after our Slim Fast lunch today ~ this hill gets your heart pumpin’
Grandson Elijah after school telling me about his day
Ray of light kind of day ~ sky was so blue
Also a doughnut kind of day ~ Ralph’s rules!
Also a pizza kind of day ~ supper with peeps at Mamma Rosa’s ~ Granddaughter Shelby ready for a bite of pepperoni
My ooey gooey cheesy mushroom pizza dripping off the plate ~ yummalicious. Wednesday was pretty tasty. Was yours?
Neil and I went for a walk around the block after our Slim Fast lunch today ~ this hill gets your heart pumpin’
Grandson Elijah after school telling me about his day
Ray of light kind of day ~ sky was so blue
Also a doughnut kind of day ~ Ralph’s rules!
Also a pizza kind of day ~ supper with peeps at Mamma Rosa’s ~ Granddaughter Shelby ready for a bite of pepperoni
My ooey gooey cheesy mushroom pizza dripping off the plate ~ yummalicious. Wednesday was pretty tasty. Was yours?
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Day Three Hundred Twenty Three 2013
Zephaniah 3:17 (NIV)
“The Lord your God is with you,
the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”
I bought this framed piece of needlework at Santa’s Workshop this past weekend. The ladies who create these little pieces of primitive art have a great selection, making it hard to choose just one. What sold me was the verse. It’s a comfort for me to know that my God is a mighty warrior who saves. So many blessings in that one small verse: God is with me, He saves me, He delights in me (of all people!) and one version says He will be silent and make no mention of past sins, or even recall them, and He rejoices over me (with singing!). Now that is something to be thankful for.
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