What I've Been Up To

Since my last post, life has been busy. There has been some sickness, some loss, and some wonderful things. I'm going to share about the wonderful today!

The reel to reel recoder my sis got has enabled her to save many old recordings. Then I found a way to convert my old cassette tapes. I found my grandpa preaching, my mom and my other grandpa telling family stories, a lot of singing including a duet my brother sang in high school. He's been gone from this life for many years, so there was some ugly crying when I heard his voice coming from that old tape!

I completed the first session of the Grow Me a Story class and we are now onto the second session. I'm enjoying it so much! It is really getting the reluctant artist/writer in me to come out of my self imposed seclusion. Life feels very good right now. Thank you for stopping by. Please leave a comment if you enjoy reading my little blog.

Missing Lyrics...

One more from my "Drafts" folder. That makes three today, so far. The original blog post was written February 9, 2018. My Uncle Burt is no longer with us, but reading this post again, I could hear him singing so clearly. I loved listening to my uncle sing! I hope you enjoy reading this old post:

While sorting through a box this morning, I found a scrap of paper with a note to myself from a few years back. I'd had a phone call from my Uncle Burt, asking if I had the lyrics to an old song he was trying to recall, or if I remembered them. He most likely remembered them himself long ago, but at the time I could only remember bits and pieces, which I wrote down. Every so often, I’d look at the note and try to remember, but couldn’t. Somehow that note ended up in a box of photos and ancestry notes.

Well, this morning I still couldn't remember, so I decided to google a line. The first try brought no results. I tried the other line I had, and there it was! Different title, different lyrics, but the right tune. The original song is called, When They Ring Those Golden Bells, and there are several YouTube versions by different artists, including Tennessee Ernie Ford, Andy Griffith, Mahalia Jackson, and even Natalie Merchant.

I'm not sure who had written our lyrics, but it was possible my grandmother. Anyway, some of them came back to me after I listened to the original tune. Here they are, as best I can remember:

There's a land that's like a river

Flowing, going on forever

We will reach that distant shore by faith's decree

Moving forward with each other

From one triumph to another

While the trumpet sounds with life

For you and me

Don't you hear the trumpet sounding

Rising, billowing resounding

Tis the call to rise above this troubled sea

Man's last enemy to banish

Sin and death from earth to vanquish

While the trumpet sounds with life

For you and me

(To the tune of When They Ring Those Golden Bells)

To Friendship...

I'm sitting here enjoying a snowy episode of Gilmore Girls, eating a Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop-Tart, sipping a cup of Starbucks Pike Place Roast coffee. And no, I get no compensation for name dropping of major brands. ;)

I'm feeling very blessed. Both sons are home today. They're visiting and video-gaming in the other room. My husband is out getting a haircut and doing some shopping at the mall. I have a large pan of my grandma's Spanish Goulash baking in the oven for later, and the house smells terrific!

I'd been missing two of my closest friends so much. They've just been on my mind. I found out yesterday that DeAnn hasn't been well, but we texted some messages back and forth, and it made her seem closer. In reality, she lives not too far from me, but life seems to be pulling us in different directions, and we just don't get together much any more. We're going to try to fix that, and very soon! We met many years ago when she began dating one of my childhood friends. One of our first nights together, at a church retreat, we spent much of the night talking after all the other ladies had fallen to sleep. Over the years, we've watched our sons grow up, worked on many Harvest Parties for the kids Sunday School classes, had years of Church Camp, dinners out, and game nights! When we're together we're either laughing or breaking out in song, or sometimes both! She is such a dear friend!

Carol lives several hours from me, in north Idaho. We became close because she married my cousin, Paul. They lived in Meridian for several years which is when our friendship really began. We discovered we are "kindred spirits" and have so much in common. It was because of her, I began blogging. We both love books and writing, music, and so much more. We can talk for hours. She has introduced me to so many new ideas. She has a great love for animals and gardening, and she is an excellent cook and hostess. She's an actress in local theatre and has also appeared in a short, independent film. She has a strong Christian faith and has been a constant inspiration to me. I mentioned to my husband, just this morning, how I was missing her. He went out to the mailbox a few minutes later, and there was a card for me! It was from Carol, and on the envelope had a picture of a couple Lab puppies (I love Labs), and "Best Friends" was printed on it. To the side, Carol wrote in "and kindred spirits" which made my heart smile!

I have many other dear, close friends, but won't write about them on this day. If you're reading this, and you are one of those, please know each one of you is precious to me and holds a unique place in my heart.

Here's to friendship!

Father's Day Reflections

Well, I made it through another Father's Day. My dad passed 18 years ago but my grandpa, who holds the title of "father" in my heart passed, away just under two years ago.


First dad... He was a funny, warm man who popped in for the occasional birthday or holiday. Sometimes he'd bring my brother with him. That was always a treat! Sis and I loved playing with RR. Dad would usually pick up a guitar at some point and start playing "Keys to the Kingdom". He had a Merle Haggerty kind of country voice. Grandma would often harmonize in her low, low alto/tenor. Good times!


Dad became more of a regular fixture in our lives after the birth of my Sis's first child. The first grandchild... a granddaughter. I remember he brought her a stuffed Garfield the cat for her first birthday party. Two years later, Sis added another granddaughter, and I added his first grandson to the family. Two of my favorite pictures of him are with his first granddaughter and grandson. The final years we spent getting to know him were very special ones, filled with shared stories and laughter.


Grandpa became "father" to me when I was 8 years old... long story to be saved for another day. Anyway, he was the best. A gospel minister who loved to sing in a painfully offkey voice, but the joy that came with that voice was infectious. He drove my sister and I to school every morning and he had made up a little tune that we all sang together. "The sun's gonna shine this morning..." we'd chime in "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (a kind of Beatles after part). It would set us off laughing. Grandpa had a laugh that would lift the heart.

Here I am at Christmas time at Grandma and Grandpa's house.

I just found this photo recently and I love it. Grandpa almost always had that smile on his face! I couldn't find the pictures of my Dad with the grandkids so I'll have to add them at a later time.

My grandpa loved to garden. He tended the vegetables and flowers with equal care. He loved his grapevine and his gooseberry bushes. For years, he mowed the lawn in an old pair of slacks and a white button up shirt... usually long-sleeved. I still remember when he was given a denim jacket and a pair of jeans. He put them on, and he looked so out of character. My whole life I had never seen him in jeans!


My grandpa took special pride in a lilac "tree". He carefully tended one slender lilac branch, pruning away each year until it had thickened into a trunk and grew into a beautiful little tree. There were some who laughed at his little "stick" in the ground that were later amazed at how lovely it turned out to be.

I love the fact that I have so many good memories to dwell on. Sure, there were some hard times, but I have so much joy to remember. I like to think there were lessons learned from the difficulties, but the best lessons came from the love and the laughter that we shared.