Friends Chatting with my cousins at my mother’s birthday party reminded me of my childhood sojourns with my grandfather down to the general store for a little treat. Those little walks with my Papa offer the perfect backdrop for some thoughts on finding joy amid the sorrows of life. +++ But let all who take … Continue reading Monday Motivation: Rails
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Monday Motivation; Reunions
MM July 23 Reunions Friends Summertime in the South signals the time for family reunions. On Saturday, I attended the 119th Reunion of the Peden Family. Started in 1899, these reunions celebrate the Scots-Irish ancestry of our family on the grounds of the historic Presbyterian church established in 1786 by our family. This year, I … Continue reading Monday Motivation; Reunions
Monday Motivation: A Good Neighbor
Friends Another Monday, another day to give thanks for all our blessings!Today, I am giving thanks for a most special blessing. Tomorrow is my sweet Mama’s 80th birthday! To celebrate this special day and honor this kind, loving and all around amazing lady, I wrote a little story about her origins and a lesson we … Continue reading Monday Motivation: A Good Neighbor
Monday Motivation: Father’s Day
Friends Hoping that Father’s Day was a special day of celebration for your family. To the men that have influenced our lives as fathers, grandfathers, father in laws, husbands, uncles and special friends, we offer our thanks for your faithfulness, leadership, encouragement and devotion. It is indeed a privilege to be loved by godly men … Continue reading Monday Motivation: Father’s Day
Boxes
Looking back, my young life was filled with an endless series of boxes. Yes, boxes. Boxes to pack things up. Boxes to unpack. When you move 29 times, you end up with a bunch of boxes. As an Army wife in the 1960s and 70s, my mother was an expert at packing. Army life in … Continue reading Boxes
Beany and Me: Memoirs of an Army Brat
If you happened upon him in your daily travels, you would not be impressed. You would likely pass him by with only a casual glance. His faded red shirt and blue overalls are threadbare. His shoes are worn and covered with the grime of years gone by. His bright blue eyes light up his face … Continue reading Beany and Me: Memoirs of an Army Brat
