Saturday, May 12, 2018

Remembering our Mom's

I thought this would be a nice time to drop by and say hi. It's been 18 months since Joe died. I'm adjusting to the new normal.  I just recently learned great grandbaby number 12 will be here in December. Another granddaughter graduates from high school in June. I now have hearing aids in both ears. Kinda fancy  in the fact they match the color of my hair...Silver. I'm suppose to be using my cane because my gait isn't good....I lean to the left.. so I suppose I need to swallow my pride and start using it.  I have two rose bushes, a Mr. Lincoln whose fragrance is 2nd to none, and a yellow one, the last rose bush Joe bought. I was thrilled to see the yellow roses will be in bloom in time for Memorial Day. I take the first rose of the season and place it on his marker. The crowds at Willamette National are horrendous during that weekend. So I make sure I am there a couple of days ahead, and at the gate when they open so I can "beat the crowds. 

My Momma
Esther C. Waterer
June 21,1921-April 10,2012 

Joe's Momma
December 6, 1914 - November 5, 2013

By My Sister Jan

I look at my mom’s hands. These nearly 91 year old hands, now so lifeless, have done so much. They have tenderly held her dolly and pushed her in the doll stroller that I still have.
As a young girl, they helped take care of her little brother that was only a year younger than her. We’ve heard stories but I’m sure there were more. Her hands were busy as a teenager working in the orchards near Walla Walla.

Soon after marrying at 19, these beautiful hands helped her husband build a home
Not long after the home was completed, her hands received the first of three children. Her hands tenderly picked up the infants and touched each face with a love that only a caring mother can possess. The same hands bathed each girl and her boy, washed their clothes and picked them up when they needed her.
When mom and dad bought an 80 acre dairy farm, these busy hands now became a working set of farming hands. They worked in the soil, cut heads off of chickens and milked cows.
The years passed and these hands were trustworthy in many ways from counting and taking the church offerings to the bank and then working at the bank. Many hours her hands sewed beautiful doll clothes, dresses for her own daughters as well as mending for her son.
They have mowed lawns, ironed for her family and hired out to do others. Mom’s hands have punished when it was needed. Amazing how the same hands can show love with a caress yet can also sting with a powerful force. But aren’t both touches of the hand administered to teach that a child God’s way of love through obedience?
Growing up and watching mom’s hands, I can’t leave out the hours I’ve seen them holding her bible. Because of this, Betty, Dick and I are all followers of Christ and one day soon these hands will again hold her precious son’s hands. We only get one set of hands in our lifetime. What are you holding in your hands?

Monday, February 19, 2018

A New Chapter

 As you can see, I haven't blogged for almost two months... I didn't have the flu, but was sick and on antibiotics for awhile. Finally started feeling like my old self a week or so ago. Unless something really worth writing about happens this will probably be my last blog. BUT...... I will continue to follow all my blogger friends on their blog!!
My blogging originally started when Joe and I got married and started traveling. It was a good way to show our family where we were from time to time. Then when Joe got sick it was a way to help me process and keep family and friends informed. After he died, it was a way for me to work through the pain of yet another loss in my life. Now  the need to write just isn't there anymore. I'm adjusting pretty well to the new normal. I love where I live, I'm close to all the kids, I love my Sunday School Class and my Church. Lots of new friends. 
For twelve years the wheels on our vehicles turned nearly everyday. It was wonderful. Then all of a sudden it was like hitting a brick wall. The wheels stopped turning. But my desire to keep moving didn't. It took a year of hopping in the car and just going even if it was just a ride in the country. Now I'm very comfortable just staying home. It's quiet, peaceful and beautiful here. Oh I spend time with the kids, go to the grocery store or post office.
On my way to the Post Office or the grocery store I pass by this field and it is lambing season so I enjoy the new babies.

It may be blue skies but on this particular day it was cold and windy. I found this hat and scarf at a craft sale being held in one of the buildings at the Yuma Fairgrounds  in Yuma. Joe would park the car in the parking lot directly across the highway from the Marine Corp Air Station The runway was directly across from there too. When the jets landed and took off it would make the car shake and Joe was grinning from ear to ear. Too low for me. But no matter. I was inside enjoying all the crafts. When There was nothing going on at the fairgrounds, we would park there and he would enjoy the activities across the street and I would read or crochet or knit or work on our iPad.
By the way, the two black wires coming out of each side of my hat..... my Bluetooth earphones and what am I listening too? Could be one of any...Guy Penrod, the Booth Brothers, Gaither Vocal Band, Gaither Gospel Singers, Ivan Parker, Greater Vision, Ernie Haase & Signature Sound, and the Cathedrals, and any other Southern Gospel that comes across Pandora.

I saw this on one of my walks here on the property. It remind me of a crown, but in's just a weed.

If only time could talk...

The end of a nice early evening walk.

It seemed Valentines Day was more special to Joe and I than Christmas.Laying in bed thinking about it that morning brought tears. My tears are less and mostly private these days. So before I put my feet on the floor I asked Jesus to fill my heart with joy, His joy. And He answered those prayers. First I received a note from a dear friend in our Thursday morning prayer group that after two major surgeries and three weeks in the hospital she came home yesterday. Then my daughter  called. And later in the afternoon my son made a quick stop. The picture shows why he stopped. It truly was a joyful day.

Some of you know I have struggled with IBS for years. One day I just decided enough is enough. So I started experimenting. I use my InstaPot Pressure Cooker a lot.  I cook things that sounds good... if I don't have side effects from it I keep it. I don't have recipes I just write it down so I don't forget what I did. This is a Hillshire Turkey Kielbasa Sausage soup made in my InstaPot. It was a keeper. The only thing I changed the 2nd time I made it....I used yams instead of russet potatoes. Great taste. 

This is cauliflower salad. I steam the cauliflower and let it cool. Then I use it in place of potatoes... Bet if I served you some and didn't tell you what it was you would think it was potato salad. I make it just like I do potato salad. I try not to use any thing out of a can. Instead I get what ever veggies I need in the organic vegetable section of my grocery store. I also make my variety of bean soups in my InstaPot.
Just because I wanted to reach a weight goal my Dr. suggested for me this year and maintain it, I started eating off a small desert plate, a small glass sauce dish, no seconds, no goodies, and nothing after 4pm except  water, which I drink a lot of during the day. I did have to adjust the timing of my supper to include a bedtime snack. Usually 2 graham crackers and a small glass of milk. My sugar level was getting to low in the middle of the night. I'm happy to say yesterday I reached my goal and have lost 15 lbs. Now the hard part. Keeping it off. Interesting note... I haven't had any digestive issues in almost 2 months. Hmmmm

The Amaryllis was a Christmas gift from my Aunt Marlene. It has been fun to watch it grow and now starting to bloom. What is in the sauce dishes you ask? Made from scratch tapioca pudding using 2% milk.That's a 4 day supply. So easy to make.

Just like almost everyone else last night we got snow. This picture was taken by my neighbor Laura. I entitled it snow flake in flight. She is a very talented photographer.

So, until I have something really great to write about, I will say so long for now and the Lord bless you more than abundantly my friends.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Christmas Week....One of Joy, Beauty and Peace

Before I begin my blog....GG finally got to meet Elijah. 

 You can't see it in these pictures, but momma let me take his socks off to see his tiny feet. Actually he has very long toes....think he will be tall like his daddy. I love little hands, little toes.
His cousin Callie was born two weeks before he was. Eleven great grandbabies now. What a blessing.
Monday morning I woke up to a very cold, clear crisp day. My neighbor grabbed her Nikon camera with a great telescopic lense, and took a lot of beautiful pictures.

I had covered my car earlier in the week, so I wasn't going anywhere.

As a surprise Christmas gift to son Mike and his family, I asked his son and wife, visiting here from Colorado, to please come get me and take me with them to the candlelight service at Mike's church Christmas eve..... That didn't happen because practically all of Clackamas County was snow bound.. I had a very nice, peaceful Christmas eve and Christmas morning.  Mike called me and asked if I would like his family to come visit me for a few hours.....I was delighted.  Grandma couldn't come to them so they came to grandma! This family has been blessed with talent, talent, talent.They play multiple instruments, they sing, they are artists........
There was so much laughter, begining with this...
POEMS FOR TWO book that Jess and Brandon read to us.

I enjoyed visiting with my grandson Jordan. He and his friend Stephen had just returned a couple of days earlier from a 26 hour train trip to Minot, North Dakota 
to visit his girlfriend Kaylee and her family. I'm looking forward to meeting her when she comes to visit here in Oregon in the Spring.

I knew Heather played the Ukulele and she also sings, so I asked her to tune mine up and sing for us.She is a young lady with many talents. Including Swing Dancing.

I knew a few months ago Mike was making his mom a replica of a covered scale. Here is the completed project. If you remember, He won a blue ribbon at the Oregon State Fair for  a "to scale" replica of his church. After I put the Christmas tree away my bridge will have a permanent stand of it's own.

And these are the newly weds. I love to watch them dance. They were showing us a few moments of ballroom dance. So graceful.
The rest of the pictures are of my favorite Christmas gift....A winter wonderland. 
A Glass Tree

It was too cold to go outside to take these  pictures.... thus the chain link fence.

Check out the icicles on the momma racoon. 

What the birds didn't want on the feeder they ate off the ground. It's all thistle for the finches but it looks like the blackcap chickadees and the wrens enjoyed them also.

Waiting for the thaw......
This was actually my first Christmas alone. Last year I was with my sister.There were hard moments this Christmas, reminders of the joy Joe and I shared.Those moments didn't linger. The Lord was right there with the comfort and peace He promised. I opened my gifts Christmas eve....because I could. (smile) Each one useful and meaningful.I climbed into bed, and  before I closed my eyes I asked the Lord to fill me full of joy. His joy. And that's what He did.One of my gifts is a new CD by three friends. Amy Sky, Olivia Newton-John and Beth Nielsen Chapman, entitled LIV ON. I set the player on repeat. Oh how it ministered, encouraged and brought joy to my heart. 

A White Christmas, friends and family ( and the family I didn't get to see I talked to on the phone), meaningful gifts. Yep He answered my prayer. A little song I sang as a child came to my mind as I finished writing this....
I've Got The Joy, Joy, Joy
See you later
Happy New Year

Thursday, December 7, 2017

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Before I start my blog I want to let everyone know #11
great grandchild has arrived. He positioned himself in momma's womb so no matter how hard the Dr. tried, baby liked the way he was and the only way out was via a C Section. )
A couple of months earlier I had planned a trip to Puyallup, Washington for the Victorian Country Christmas. Something I've done for several years. And the scheduled date was November 29.  Wouldn't you know. So about an hour into our train ride I got a text from my son, proud grandpa announcing he was a first time grandpa.

I love this picture of 🎝Mother and Child🎝.

My sister picked us up at the Tacoma train Station and we headed for Watson's Nursery in Puyallup for a nice lunch at Anton's

The reindeer taking a rest are regular's at the nursery during the Christmas Season. Provides a lot of "Kodak moments.

I "borrowed" the next three pictures from Watson's website. I have to tell you, yes, the restaurant was empty for this photo, but in real time, we waited about 15 minutes before being seated; every seat was taken but it was well worth the wait.

The decorations are beautiful, and live music was being played on a large grand piano

Friday we spent from 10:00 A.M. until 8:00P.M. at the Washington State Fairgrounds, In Puyallup enjoying the Victorian Country Christmas Festival. We hopped the tram  just because we could and headed for the first of three huge buildings filled with hundreds of vendors. Both men and women were dressed Victorian style.

There were also free horse and buggy rides. We enjoyed a buggy for four. My daughter, Gloria, joined us for the day. We were also fortunate, even though it was just for a few minutes to give daughter in law Kelly and her friend Tracy hugs. 

"Do I NEED this or do I WANT THIS?"

This adorable snowman, without saying a word sided up to me, pointed my iPhone to a lady across from me, letting her know would she take our picture. She was delighted and I returned the favor for her.

One of my favorites at the Victorian Country Christmas in Puyallup  is  The Stardust Follies. The dancers are all over 55, the oldest being 81. Before they closed in 2014 we got to see the Palm Springs Follies. So much glitz and glamour.
But what keeps me coming back year after year is the The Singing Nativity

If you are ever in the Puyallup, Washington the first week of December, It is an Experience!!

Webster's Definition of choice: the act of choosing : the act of picking or deciding between two or more possibilities. : the opportunity or power to choose between two or more possibilities : the opportunity or power to make a decision. : a range of things that can be chosen. 
As I move along on my Journey I find I have to make choices. Sometimes I make the wrong choice even when I thought I was making the right choices. But at this moment I want to talk about the choice of  decorating  or not this year.  Just thinking about decorating made me sad. But I love all that goes with the Christmas Season. Decorating, Giving, Baking, the music. So ..... another step forward. I chose to get out all my decorations and go for it. Problem being practically every thing "Christmasy" I have is very tiny. Because Christmas, except for the few years we were home to care for Joe's mom, Our Christmas tree was about a foot tall and sat on the dash of the Class C Motorhome.  My daughter Kelly gave me a 4 1/2 ft. tree last year and it stayed in the box. This year I got it out. It was pre lit with multi colored lights. Good thing.  That was Joe's "job". Every little ornament we collected had meaning . I took my time. It took me three days, a little at a time. There were lots of silent tears. But I chose to celebrate the wonderful memories. 
The antique cardboard  nativity was a replica of the one my brother, sister and I  grew up with. 

I found this trombone (and sheet music) in Oregon City at the Christmas Tree Store..(open year around)

This was a gift from Joe's daughter. He loved flying.

If you enlarge this as big as you can, and look real close, the name is Joe is hand printed  on the angel on the right. A dear friend and her husband attend  GriefShare Classes I facilitated after their son was killed. Last Christmas, a package arrived at my house and this was in it. It is all hand made. It has its special place here at home. I didn't pack it away with the rest of the ornaments. 

The rest of the ornaments are large special ones that I wanted to display but are to large for my little tree....

This is a beautiful music box

These cherished singers  are from a very dear couple. They  placed them on my mantle last year welcoming me to my new home.

Those of you who know me know my love for finding treasures at Goodwill.... everything on this shelf came from there this year.

And this little guy too...

This is my reading,Knitting, writing, praying Chair..Can you tell how much I love it?

And this last but not least picture is not about the bed with all the pillows and animals, but about the wreath. Look closely in the middle of it.  It's the horseshoe decoration I bought at the Victorian Country Christmas Festival. Another choice..... I chose to celebrate Joe's love for horseshoes... ( don't put it past me to find an old pickle ball paddle and decorate it for Christmas next year. ) So I end my blog for now. I chose to celebrate the birth of my Savior, I choose to give if I see a need, even if it's just my time, to listen to them, I choose to sing our favorite Christmas songs, even if it brings a moment of tears, Because I'm choosing to celebrate, it brings me joy....and the Joy of the Lord is my strength.
Bye for now,