Showing posts with label Wednesday's Walk Down Memory Lane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wednesday's Walk Down Memory Lane. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Photo Booth Fun With Our German Girl


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So I was thinking about what to share for Wednesday's Walk, then it dawned on me that it was a year ago (yesterday) that our German girl returned home from her 10 month stay with the crazy Hespe family in America. It's hard to believe that a year has already gone by. I think of Tina often and remember the fun times that we had, the hard times, the teaching times (Atheism vs. Christianity) and just everything in between. I took so many pictures during her stay here, but I stumbled upon these and felt like they were the most fun. It reminds me of the laughs we shared. Goodness, there were lots of laughs. She didn't always know the right English word to use and she would say things like, "Christmas Man" for Santa Claus, "Man Chicken" for rooster, "Pomice" for french fries (it's the German word)... then there was the confusion in the feminine hygiene ailse at Wal-mart. It turns out there aren't as many choices in Europe! ha ha. She was a sweet girl. Now I caution you prior to viewing this slideshow.... photos may be creepy/hideous, and certainly hilarious. I always thought of our family as fairly pleasant looking (see photos at the right of this page for "normal" ha ha) - but wow... these photos are doozers. So, without further ado... I give you Photo Booth Fun With Our German Girl ~ enjoy!!! :) Oh... and FYI... Tina is the blonde.








Other posts about our German Girl (click on the title to go read post) : Time Flies , Lots of Excitement , What's Been Going On At The Hespe Home, Tina's Here! , Mother/Son Getaway and a German Girl Named Tina!

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Baby Girl's All Grown Up!

The last couple of months certainly have been a walk down memory lane for me. It all started with the letter I received from the school, asking me for a baby picture, grade school picture, and a senior picture. I had to go dig these up... and well... sit for hours gazing at photos of my precious angel being transformed from a helpless baby to a capable young woman. *sigh* I know I've posted about this before, but these are emotional times. Even though I embrace the new season of life our family is entering into, I can't help but feel just a bit meloncholy. This week I've been preparing for the celebration that will take place on Saturday, and I made a photo board - it's covered in photos from newborn infant to present day Ciara. As I reflected on these, it occurred to me what a joy she has truly been to her dad and me. I can still remember her sweet giggle, bouncy curls, all the "plays" she and her brother performed for us, then into the teen years how she evolved and grew into the woman that she is still becoming. I love that the two of us have always been more than mother and daughter, we've been friends - and I believe that even though she is going out into the world, that friendship will grow even stronger over the next years as she moves out and learns about room-mates, etc.

We are so excited about what the future holds for our girl. She is bright and has earned herself enough scholarships to pay for the first two years of college and part of the last two at FHSU, here in Hays. Scholarships are still rolling in... our girl is smart!! It helps that she scored a 29 on her ACT. She will enter her freshman year of college with 9 college credit hours. She took a virtual course and two classes at EHS for college credit. She's worked hard and will finish the year with a 3.8 or 3.9 GPA!! We are so incredibly proud of this girl!!

This next school year will be an interesting one as we will be merely filling the role of counselor, when over the years we've been teacher and coach. The bible says, "train a child in the way he should go and even when he is old, he will not depart from it." Prov. 22:6. I have to trust God's word on this one. Seriously... all the training is done, now it's up to our daughter to do what she knows is right and true. Even though our baby girl has never been incredibly social... she has never been drunk, isn't promiscuous, etc. We are incredibly blessed to have such a wise daughter - even beyond her years, sometimes. Even though this transition makes me feel just a little sad, and makes me long for my baby once again... I know that God has incredible things in store for her. As the verse on her graduation announcement says, "I will bless you with a future filled with hope... a future of success!" (Jer. 29:11) I believe it. :)

So graduation is the 16th and our company begins rolling in on Friday. We are preparing food, tidying up the house, attending the final programs of the year at at school... things are busy busy around our home right now, but soon this will all be over and Ciara will be officially graduated. She is so excited and we're excited for her! One down, one to go. We've got 3 years before we do this all over again with our man son. Once the graduations are over, I suppose we will be nearing the time that we begin discussing weddings. Oh dear! The other day I freaked Luke out by mentioning that it was probably time to start thinking about opening a wedding account and making deposits into it. He gave me a look that I can't even describe and said, "NO". ha ha. I laughed and told him that he might wanna start trying to wrap his mind around it. Not that it will happen tomorrow, or even in a year or 2... but we were married at age 19 and 20 - so it's not beyond the realm of possibility as Ciara will turn 18 in August. Oh what excitement the future holds for us all!! *smile*

Without further ado... here is the photo "Walk down memory lane" of our sweet daughter, Ciara!



Blue jeans baby


Ciara has always been a good big sister


Little miss piggy tails is turnin' into a toddler


Sunbathing beauty at about age 3


She loves her brother so much - they've always been great friends


Darling curly head. Look at that sweet face!


Little angel is keepin' the tooth fairy busy


Glasses... and her first flowers from a BOY!


Jr. High... still buddies with her little bro


Still puttin' on a show. Ciara and Brandon at their Railairres performance last weekend, oh... and her "little" brother is way taller than her! :)


I love these kids!


Goodness... my baby girl is all grown up!


The graduate!

Best of luck to you my precious girl!! I am and always will be your biggest fan! Mearzy

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Dollar Tree - I Judged A Book By Its Cover

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I learned my lesson. I judged a book by its cover and I felt completely horrible afterwards. I don't have any exciting photos, only my memory of this experience... but I'm glad I can share it with you.


When we still lived in the Wichita area, I was in the city doing some shopping one day. The Dollar Tree store was new and I hadn't been there, but my husband's co-workers told me about how great it was and about all the great bargains they got there - so I had to go check it out. I enjoyed shopping in the store and did, indeed... get some great bargains!

Well... when it was time to pay for my items, I got to the check out and waited in line. I observed the cashier. Now I'm not at all a prejudice person, by any means - I love all God's people... but I couldn't help noticing that the guy at the counter looked very "gangster like". His hair was in corn rows, his jeans were so baggy that they were hanging practically to his knees and he had on a shiny white and silver metallic jacket. Having grown up in a small town... I'm very cautious in the larger cities and for some reason, this fella (who didn't look like anyone I had ever met) kinda set me on guard. I hesitantly progressed to the counter and put my purchases down. He greeted me with a smile.

"How are you today?"

"I'm great, how are you?" ( I was surprised by his friendliness and engaged in a conversation with the young man - what he said next totally threw me for a loop)

"I'm so blessed..."

(Did he just say he was blessed?) I didn't hesitate, but responded with, "Wow, it's so great to hear someone say that they're blessed, usually people just say that they're 'fine'."

With a sincere smile on his face he replied, "Oh, the Lord's been so good to me!" ............

Not sure what the .............. was that he said next, to be very honest I was just so blown away by this "scary guy" telling me how blessed he is and how the Lord's been so good to him. WOW!!

I was ashamed. Ashamed that I had labeled this person without having a clue who he was. I had to ask God to forgive me for that attitude and for judging this precious book by its cover. Needless to say, I learned a lesson that day, this "gangster" inspired me to be a more outward Christian. How come I didn't say that I was blessed? Yes, I would think long and hard the next time I wanted to stereotype or label any person that crossed my path.

I left the Dollar tree that day feeling blessed and encouraged. Praise God for those moments that help us understand the joy we have in Him and the nudging of the Spirit to share that joy and blessing with others.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Beautiful to God

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I had my walk down memory lane this morning as I ventured through old blog posts. I came across this post from last July, and marveled once again at God's unconditional love. I was sick yesterday and am still feeling kinda "mealy" today... so here I sit in sweats looking lovely as ever [;)] and just felt compelled to share this most valuable message of God's unconditional love, I've tweaked the post just a bit, adding a few more thoughts and re-wording others, but here goes:



Beautiful to God


This was the name of my bible study lesson this morning. I had an interesting time chewing on this one. The author gives this verse before the study even begins:"He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not." Isaiah 53:2-3 NIV

I find it interesting that scripture says Jesus wasn't beautiful in the eyes of man so that people would be drawn to him only by his spirit, not his physical beauty. I am so humbled by that. I want for people to be able to say, "Wow! She's a beautiful person" not because of what they see when they look at me, but because of the KIND of person I am. I want others to see a beautiful heart. I think before I became a Christian, I was of the attitude that physical appearance was vital and what others thought of me, the way I looked... was so important. That attitude was a sign of my immaturity and now I see it as vanity. Since I've been blessed with my 2 beautiful children, I've struggled with my weight and sometimes that bums me out. I'm not the skinny "girl" my husband married, but he still loves me and more importantly - the Lord loves me, just as I am. No conditions. The world is such a cruel place sometimes, so much importance is placed on physical beauty but the bible says "Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." (1 Samuel 16:7) Thanks for that God!! In a world full of "model-esque" skinny, large chested, blonde haired girls with orange tans - God says that I'm beautiful because he looks at my heart, not my physical appearance. Really what he thinks of me is all that matters when you get down to it - that sure takes a load off. I think trying to look your best is great, but obsessing about your looks or your size just to impress others is pointless. That's not to say that we shouldn't strive to be healthy... but I sometimes wonder why people are surprised that we have so many young women with eating disorders - when such an emphasis is placed on looking like celebrities or super models.

I get annoyed (down right indignant, actually) when I hear people put down others because of their size or especially their color. It may be hard to believe, but I actually know people that do this. Love a person for who they ARE, not what they LOOK LIKE. To look down on someone because of their race is just sick and wrong. I wanna scream to that person, "what makes you superior!!??" Surely not their "white" skin. I guess I would have to say that I believe God is color blind. He just doesn't care if we are green, white, black, red or fuschia. We are made perfect in Christ and he will love us regardless of all the imperfections that the world is so ready to list about us. Anyway... I get really fired up about the subject of discrimination and racism - but whenever I have the opportunity I share my 2 cents with the people I feel I can share it with, as for the others... I pray that I would muster up the courage one day to be bold and stand up to them and open up their eyes to the truth, and the truth is this: God loves us exactly the way we are. We don't have to change our hair, bleach our skin, get rid of our glasses, lose 20 pounds or even try to zap our zits, he loves us "as is." Afterall... he made us and "God doesn't make junk". He says that we are "fearfully and wonderfully made." (in HIS image - no less!)

I'm thankful for this reminder today, because it's always good to know that our worth should not be measured by the world, but by God. Afterall, he's not looking at my clothing size or what brand of shirt I'm wearing... he's looking at my heart. I can't begin to understand God's unconditional love, but I'm so thankful for it!! The author finished the study with this statement:

"I pray when we look in the mirror, we will learn to see what God sees and love who He loves."

Indeed! :) I just want you to know... YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Precious Words

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Mommy... HELP! These are the precious words I've been hearing for years and years in some form or another. In the photo below, Ciara must have been between 2 and 3 years old. She had a sweet, squeaky little voice that melted my heart. I was going about my business one day... tidying up the house, taking care of baby Brandon (who will soon be 15!) or whatever it was I had going on that day in our home, I don't quite remember, but I do remember hearing that little voice belt across the house, "Mommy!! Help, Mommy!" She was frantic and of course I went running to see what tragedy lurked in her bedroom. When I came through the door this is what I saw:


Apparently she thought it would be a good idea to crawl into her little dresser drawer, but then had gotten herself stuck. Being the wonderful mother I am, I didn't want to miss such a fantastic photo opportunity so I quick grabbed the camera and giggled as I snapped this most memorable shot. :) In my defense, she wasn't in any REAL danger. Of course I rescued her promptly and showered her with hugs, then advised her not to crawl into the drawers again. I was her hero that day.

Since the drawer incident I've "rescued" my little angel many times, both physically and emotionally. We are not just mother and daughter, we are friends... close. I'm so glad that she feels like I am someone she can cry out to - "Mommy... help!" I always want to be there when she falls, when she finds herself in a tight spot, when she just needs to know that someone loves her unconditionally... no matter what she gets herself into. She is nearly grown and will be on her own all too soon now and it would seem that she is looking to be rescued less and less by her mother I recognize that this is the natural progression of things. She's learning to look out for herself and I'm so proud of the woman she's become.

On May 16th, she will graduate from high school. I know that day will be bittersweet for me, even though I embrace this new season of life. I guess I just never want her to quit calling for me, because I need to be needed. Not in an unhealthy way... but in a momma way, and the truth is that she truly doesn't need me as much as she used to. As hard as that reality is for Moms to deal with, I know that's how it's supposed to be. The relationships don't end... a child's need for their mother, no matter the age, doesn't go away... it just changes. I've often found myself longing to go back in time to the days of potty training and teething. I don't know, it just seemed it would be easier to cope with than the challenge of raising teenagers - but the truth is I love it all... every crazy stage of life I go through with my kids. My observation is that the older they are the more difficult the challenges are, but it is also a true joy all at the same time. The time we spend with small children is so short that we MUST enjoy it while we can because in the snap of a finger they're all grown up and there are no "do overs".

I suppose one day my "little girl" will marry and have children of her own... I hope that she will still call out those precious words to me then as she always has... "Mom... help." I can't wait to be there for her through all the changes in her own life and as she raises her own babies. Wow... then I'll be called Grandma, and those are precious words too.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Snow Date

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"Us" working our mall jobs - 1989


Yup, this is us, back in the day - check out all the hair we had goin' on! It's true, we met at the mall. "Officially". I had SEEN Luke at the party of a friends and thought he was cute, but had no idea who he was. All I knew is that he was wearing sky blue high top converse tennies and he was CUTE! Right before we began dating he started his job next door to mine. I was a sales clerk at Maurices, my part time college job - and he worked at Kinney Shoes - it was his, "oops... I spent all my student loan money the first semester of college so now I need a job-job" Who'd have guessed that less than 2 years later after these pix were taken, he'd be my husband?! The young skater fella in the photo with Luke is my brother, Jarrod. He was just a youngster. :) So it begins... the story of Luke and Jami.


SNOW DATE


Our first date was on February 24, 1989 – 20 years ago! I can’t believe that much time has passed since my husband invited me to go sledding with him and his friend Chad, and Chad’s girlfriend Shelly (who also happened to be a friend of mine). We lived in Norfolk, Nebraska at the time and I was working at Maurices in the Mall selling women’s clothing. I was scheduled to work that day and Luke had come over and insisted that I HAD to go with them. I argued that I was scheduled to work, and being the bad influence he was *wink* he encouraged me to call in sick. Well, I didn’t want to be irresponsible, but I REALLY wanted to go and it was snowing and blustery that day. Knowing Mall business, there wouldn’t be too many people out and about. So I called my boss and she said not to bother coming in because business was dead. WAHOO! I got to go. I was really excited because this would be our first official date. We had been friends for a while and then there was the time that he drove me home and we talked in his car for 2 hours and then I invited him in and he stayed until about 3 a.m. just talking. Maybe we’re all talked out, because we don’t talk nearly as much any more. I guess after 20 years you probably know most everything about a person? Ha ha… but we would go sledding with our friends and life as we know it would never be the same.



We jumped in the back of Chad’s old car, I don’t remember what kind it was but I’m sure Luke does. It was about a 3 hour trip and we held hands on the way. It was sweet… being a college guy, he didn’t seem to be like the rest and I was glad to be in the company of a young man so considerate and sweet. (and CUTE!) We made snow angels, threw snow balls, built snow tunnels and then sledded through them. It was a blast. I knew already then that something was different… I felt like we had known each other forever. I still remember the ugly white, pointy toed, lace up ankle boots I was wearing, the fun we had, how he made me laugh, the way he looked at me and I felt like the only girl on the face of the planet. As a teenager girl I asked my mom so many times how to know if you’re truly in love. She would always say, “You’ll just KNOW”. I hated that answer because it didn’t make sense to me. But for the first time ever… only a short time after returning from our snow date… that answer made sense to me. I realized I couldn’t live my life without Luke Hespe. We knew after only a couple of months that we would spend our life together and we made it official when he proposed to me in July of 1989. (that’s right, only about 5 months after our snow date!) We were married the following April. No regrets. Our marriage has had its ups and downs, but mom was still right – YOU JUST KNOW.



Me and my man... 20 years later

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Grandma Fisher... I miss her so much!

My walk down memory lane comes early this week. Today marks the 8th anniversary of my Grandma Fisher's death. I can't even express how much I miss her. After my parents married, they purchased a single wide mobile home and parked it in the side yard at my grandparents house, our front door opened up to the lilac bushes that Grandma loved so much, and that I love and remember her by. As a baby I spent a lot of time with Grandma Fisher. Whenever Mom and Dad went out, I stayed with Grandpa and Grandma, or when mom was busy and I was being a pain, she would hand me off to Granny. Grandma kept all of us kids, anytime our parents needed a sitter - she never complained about keeping her grandkids - to her it was a joy. I honestly don't really know how many years we lived out there, but I know that as a toddler and a very young girl I loved living there. I remember catching fire flies and playing with kitties, helping Grandma pick blackberries or veggies from the garden. When we picked blackberries we would turn over a bucket or a coffee can and sit on it, I thought that was pretty neat. I liked to eat the berries while we were picking! I also thought it was great when she let me pump the water to quench the garden. When I was a little older she took me on walks down the chalk road and we would pick mulberries and bring them home, then I would help wash them and she would bake a pie. I always loved that when there was crust left over she would roll it out and butter it then sprinkle it with cinnamon and sugar. Oh my goodness... they were so yummy!! Grandma also took me and my cousins fishing down at the creek and we fished with bamboo poles. I loved spending time with Grandma. She was the best cook... and she passed a lot of her recipes and cooking methods down to me directly and also through my mom - who taught me even more. Gotta love that German food. MMM HMM ... can you say dumplings?!


This is me as a little bug... about 4 years old and sitting on Grandma's lap - you can tell from her smile how please she was with herself for growing a 15 pound canteloup. :)


I almost cropped myself out of this photo because I look so creepy... but I love Grandma's smile in this picture. This is the smile I saw every time she greeted me when I visited her out at the farm, or when she came around the corner from the kitchen. That's how I remember her. She was such a loving, beautiful person. Always so humble, she was just genuinely kind and good. She was grateful for everything anyone did for her and for what she had. She appreciated the simple things in life, especially her family. It didn't take much to make her happy - she was always content. Goodness I adored that woman. Side note: Don'tchya love Grandpa's little smirk and his farmer overalls? :)
This photo is of Grandma admiring her first great grandbaby, Ciara. She looks so proud. I can just hear her voice, "Oh Jame, she's cuuuute." :) She was the best Grandma ever... if you look up the word "Grandmother" in the dictionary, it would say "see also - Anna Mary Fisher". She was the epitomy of Granny. She would take her grandbabies in at a moment's notice. I still remember being hauled to the farm at what seemed like the middle of the night in my little flowered night gown because Mom was goin' to the hospital to deliver my brother. I never ever minded being babysat by Grandma. She always had some kind of remedy for your sickness too. If I said I had a tummy ache, she would have me lay down on the couch, then she would put a little white candle on a penny and set it on my belly button - then light it and place a juice glass over it. This formed a suction and always seemed to make tummies feel better somehow. I'm guessing that the cure was possibly psychological? :)


This was taken of my precious gramps and granny at their 60th wedding anniversary. Who would have thought that only a few short years later we would have to say goodbye? The strangest thing is that her death was ultimately caused by complications from a knee surgery. The knee became infected and a surgery was done to remove the infection. She came out of that surgery with a bowel obstruction. Doctors thought that she was too weak to endure another surgery to remove the obstruction, but it had to be done. Then it happened, the organs began to fail. It was just the saddest thing ever. She was in the hospital for less than 2 weeks before her family witnessed her last breath. That was definitely one of the hardest things I've ever experienced, but after watching her suffer for days, I was grateful that the Lord spared her. Ciara was upset that I wouldn't let her go into the ICU room to see Grandma before she passed away, but I didn't want the kids to remember her the way she was in that hospital room with all the tubes and equipment. It was heartbreaking to see. I choose to remember that smile I talked about earlier... the smile I saw when Grandma came around the corner from the kitchen with a dish towel in her hand and greeted me with a hug. She was always so warm and welcoming - always happy to see her family that meant so much to her. I love to remember how she would laugh at Luke when he was being goofy, how she exclaimed that "the potatoes were a little undercooked" when she ate chinese food for the first time and tasted waterchestnuts. But most of all I love to remember how she loved on me and my brother and cousins, and then later... my own babies. She is everything a Grandma should be and I'm grateful that I had her in my life for 30 years to model how to be a wonderful wife, mother and grandmother.

I love you Granny... and I can't wait to see you again one day when we meet in heaven! :)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The Sale Barn... I lived there y'all



Yep... this is where it all happened. The livestock auction center here in Hays, also known as the "Sale Barn". My dad was the yard foreman here for about 5 years or so. He took care of the grounds and was basically in charge of "sale" day, which was every wednesday. He loaded and unloaded cattle, fed animals, fixed fence, painted the barn, supervised the help on sale day, you name it... he did it! My dad was a hero - we loved following him around everywhere. Below is a photo of the front of the Sale Barn. It was a totally cool place and as kids, my brother and I spent lots of time in there! When we moved there Jarrod was 3 and I was 7 - we were best buddies.
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My mom cleaned the building, so I got to help. Oh yay! I actually liked it though unless she made me clean the men's restroom. GROSS! Those guys were pigs and I nearly lost my lunch every time I had to clean urinals, though it was fun to put in a new urinal cake and flush a few dozen times to watch all the bubbles come up. When you walk in the front of this building you are in the lobby. To the right would be the offices where you pay for purchases or consign your animals that you wanna sell. To the left was the cafe. They had good, greasy food and lots of pop and candy! It was a child's dream, as the owner said we could have all the pop and candy we wanted for FREE (mom made us be sensible though). Les was a nice guy. Then if you go straight ahead... you walk up some steps and that's where the action was. The auction arena and the auction box. My brother and I would pretend that we were auctioneers and would turn on the microphone and yell in there while the other one of us was down on the floor in the ring yelling "Yep... yep!" as if we were taking bids. ha ha. What a hoot. It was great fun. Once my brother was the auctioneer and being a little guy he was pretty darn cute. He had his mouth right up to the microphone "humuhnuh, humuhnuh, humuhnuh... hep!" , then he says, "SOLD MY MOM, FOR TWO DOLLARS!" Whoa, that was the deal of the century, I didn't know mom was so "cheap". ha ha.



We didn't actually LIVE at the sale barn, we lived in a double wide trailer up on the hill, (to the left in the photo) you can see from the photo the short distance between our home and the auction barn. The spot where our house once stood is now a Veterinary Clinic. Weird! When I look at that building, I still see my white house with the evergreens out front. We'd look out the window and yell, "Dad... there's a truck coming in!" He'd have to get his boots and coat on and head out to help unload all hours of the day. Sometimes trucks came in really late at night. They would have "nut fries" and different parties there that kids weren't invited to and once Mom told me I should stay at the house and babysit Jarrod, but I didn't want to... so he informed mom that he would babysit ME! Um, yeah, ok. :) I was probably too young to be left alone, but they were right down the hill if we needed them. Pretty crazy stuff.



What you see here is a little closer view of where our house would have been. We played lots of catch, baseball and tag on this lot. There used to be a huge sign here that had the name of the business and said "Action by Auction - Sale every Wednesday. " Of course the sign was home base.


All of this sand was our playground. Where all the fencing and chutes are there by the building is where our garage and driveway was. My brother learned to ride a bike down that hill, we took cart and pony rides there with our white pony, Marty, we rode our little Honda mini trail - mini bike and walked and played with our goat, Billy. On that very driveway, my mom ran over our cat, Tom - who actually turned out to be female and gave birth to a litter of kittens. ha ha.



The steel walk way you see there leading from the dock to the inside of the barn is what was referred to as the "catwalk". Not sure why... but you can see how playing pirates would be fun on that! It was our ship. We would find ear tags for the cattle in the dock house and drop them down the posts and listen to them drop all the way down - that was our admit ticket onto the "ship". My cousins, Troy and Kim would come over for a visit and then we had 4 to play. She was always Captain Cook and I was Captain Hook. Creepy... but dang that was a blast!




This is the dock where drivers would unload their livestock and check it in. The dock house was a warm, dry place for the hands to do their paperwork, etc. but as kids, we thought it was for our good pleasure. Once my cousin Kim and I were playing in there and she stood on a bucket of tar to get some ear tags off the shelf and knocked that tar bucket over. OOPS! We got it on our matching windbreakers. She put hers in the burn barrel so her mom wouldn't find it and I hid mine in the closet. ha ha. Oh, the logic of a child. This is also the dock where we made our newspaper debut. Kim was spending the day with us and it was wednesday so it was sale day... but it was raining so if we were going to run all around checking out the excitement, we would have to use an umbrella. Well my brother, the third amigo, was with us and we were standing on the dock in the rain, all 3 of us under the umbrella - my brother blew a big bubble with his bubble gum and coincidentally someone from the local newspaper got a snapshot of that. We made the front page, "Bubbles in the rain". So cute. I think my mom still has that clipping in the seat of her sewing cabinet. Fun times. One of our favorite things is that the cooks from the cafe would send food out to the docks for the guys, and there would usually be a candybar or 2 left over after sale day. If we'd go there thursday morning, it was like checking the Easter Basket... "LOOK... THERE'S CANDY BARS!!!!" :)


This spot is nothing but gravel now, but it used to be where they stacked the hay bales and piled the dead animals that were waiting for the rendering truck to come and pick them up. I know... gross! But it was kinda fun to see the bloated cows, etc. You know how curious kids can be! Climbing the bales was a great time! I did have a hay allergy though, and would usually return home broke out in hives. The best thing about those bales is that the momma kitties would usually hide there babies in there so we could sit on the bales and hold kittens. Loved it! Kinda made me feel sad to drive by there and see that it was just sand. But I can still envision it just as it was in the 70's. :)


I took these photos on Monday and there were actually already cattle there for the upcoming sale. This one gave me a "whatchyou lookin' at?" expression so I snapped a photo. Kinda cute isn't he?


There used to be a vet building to the east of here... but I think they tore it down when they replaced our house with a Veterinary Clinic. We liked to go in there and pretend to be animal doctors, especially if there was a sick animal in there. This is the dock house and loading chute on the south side. My brother and I would take turns in that chute. We'd crank it up and let it go and that was the "elevator" game. ha ha. We also liked to walk that little plank alongside the chute and help dad load hogs by zapping them with the "hot shot" if they weren't moving. Dang... could life get any sweeter for a kid?


This run you see here is where my horse Marty dragged me for about 25 feet in the mud and muck because he took off when I still had one foot in the stirrup trying to get on the saddle. Grr. It shredded my new orange pants! :) After that I was a little bit afraid of him, but dad made me get back on and ride, then I was ok.



The place is in horrible shape. My dad would have never allowed it to look like this! Rusty fence, piles of scrap, pieces of the building falling off. He was meticulous about keeping the grounds and facility up. They were lucky to have him as the foreman, I'm pretty sure he was underpaid for all the work he did.






My best memories from childhood are from this place. Glorious isn't it? Wow... I wish you could see this playground through the eyes of a child, it was fabulous!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Baptism & Bikinis

All day I've pondered what I'd write for today's memory, I kept comin' up dry. Well... tonight at my women's bible study we had to think up some stuff for the "ice breaker". One thing we had to share was a favorite memory. Then it came to me... I would write about my baptism. I think it's a pretty great story. My "salvation process" is far too long a story, (maybe save that for another time) so I'll begin with baptism. Through a turn of events my husband, I and our 7 year old daughter at the time all came to Christ and knew that our next step of obedience was baptism. I wasn't embarrassed about my decision to become a believer in Christ, but the thought of going into the baptismal and getting dunked in front of the entire congregation petrified me! Seriously, all those people would see me with wet hair and mascara dripping down to my chin. I was just entirely too nervous... but I would be baptised. I decided that if Jesus was baptised in the River Jordan, I could be baptised in a similar body of water as well.

It was 1998. We lived in Newton, Kansas at the time and Harvey County East Lake was just around the corner about 10 miles. So... we made the decision to be baptised there, all 3 of us. It would take place after the Sunday service and we and whoever else wanted to trek out to the lake would witness this blessed event. We pulled up to the beach area with about 12-15 cars trailing behind in procession. We made quite a spectacle... especially with what happened next. We got out of our vehicle and began to put on our white, zip up baptismal robes - ya know... "wash me and I will be whiter than snow" - the robe symbolized the purity of baptism and all that it stands for. Once we were in our proper attire we proceeded down to the beach. WHOA! There were some young women sunbathing in their string bikinis. Oh geesh... seemed a bit... um.... uncomfortable. I bet they were wondering what on earth was happening. They were sipping drinks and soaking up the sun and here come all these people, and "what's with the robes?!" ha ha. Comical don'tchya think?

It was October 11th and a as far as the weather was concerned... we were cuttin' it pretty close to be climbin' in the chilly waters to be baptised - but we were determined that we would do it before the temperatures began dropping even more as we neared late fall. It was clearly a pretty nice day, as evidenced by the sunbathers, but that water was COLD! Luke went first. He waded out to Brother Pat and was immersed. He came up smiling... and shivering. I was next... I waded out and brr.... it was colder than I had imagined, but I toughed it up - I was so excited it didn't matter. Brother Pat dunked me and I came up smilin'. Then was Ciara's turn... being 7 years old she was a bit more expressive than we were about the water temperature, but she did great. She held her nose and went under... as Brother Pat pulled her back up out of the water and exclaimed "raised in the newness of life"... a tiny little fish jumped right in front of her. It was the sweetest thing ever. All of our friends were cheering and hugging us, even though we were wet and cold, then everyone broke out into song, " I have decided to follow Jesus... no turning back... no turning back." It was a beautiful expression of our faith and obedience to God.



As memorable as that day was for us, I can imagine the girls in the bikinis will never forget it either. :)

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

More Hair!


Yes, it's another hair story. But this time it doesn't really involve me except for the laughs that followed. It will be short and sweet because, well... the story is "short and sweet".

"My Mom Cuts It"
I've always cut my son, Brandon's hair from early on. We tried the salon (or beauty shop as we called it, back in the early 90's) - but it didn't go too well. Let's just say, my little darling freaked out. I think he was probably close to 2 when we made this attempt. So, being the genius I am, I decided to do the haircuts in front of the tv so he could watch a favorite movie and keep his mind off of it and I could just get the job done! It worked really well actually, I just sat him on an old, vinyl table cloth and then just gave it a shake outside when I was done.
Those of you that know my husband know that he began thinning in his mid-20's leaving a couple of "hair challenged areas" in the back and even though he doesn't like it, he will tell anyone who inquires about it that "the front part of his hair (bangs) have separated off the peninsula and formed their own island." ha ha. At least he has a great attitude, right? :) When these sorts of things start to happen to a fella, it's hard to deal with, but what are ya gonna do... get hair in a can or wear a wig? I actually think he's still quite handsome regardless of the hair situation.
Well... one Sunday at church, when Brandon was about 5 years old, he went into his Sunday School class sporting a new haircut. Miss Michele noticed. Here's how it went down, it still makes me laugh.

Miss Michele: Did ya get a new haircut Brandon?

Brandon: Yeaaah, my mom cut it cuz the lady that cuts dad's hair gives him bald spots.

Ahh... the mind of a child. What a riot, he thought the stylist was creating the bald spots for his Dad. ha ha. As you might imagine, this commentary has been stirring up laughs every time someone remembers it and shares it. I'm pretty sure that's one story I won't forget, even into old age. :)

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Hairdoos


Is it Wednesday again already? My, how time flies. Ok, I'm ready... here goes:


"Hairdoos"

When I was a little girl, my Mom had the time of her life giving me hairdoos. Now, when I say hairdoos, I don't mean the kind of hairdoos you're thinking of. There were no pig tails or pony tails, no pretty braids - NO! Only creepy hot roller hairdoos and ugly haircuts. You should have seen them, they were seriously crazy! ( No offense Mom, I LOVE YOU!!) I was born with quite a bit of dark hair, and as time went on my hair just grew thicker and thicker and I guess that was Mom's cue to "let the fun begin!" In my toddler years, I just had straight page boy cuts, then as I got into gradeschool, Mother got creative - we began the hot roller phase.

Me: "Ouch, that really hurts, it's killing my head... it's too hot... it's too pokey... .etc..."

Mom: "That's the price we pay to be beautiful!"

UGH! Seriously! I thought the holes I felt forming in my head from the rollers would be permanent! But... I suppose I thought I was beautiful when she was all done. Looking back... not so beautiful. Here.... see for yourself:

This is me as "Brunette Orphan Annie"

I've got the brunette version of little Orphan Annie goin' on here! ha ha. Notice how the left side of my head looks like I just woke up from a nap. (I am kinda cute though) Undoubtedly, Mom spent lots of her precious time coming up with this doo... it was kindergarten school picture day, for cryin' out loud! By the way, my ever so talented Grandmother got in on the action on this one, she sewed the dress. :) I wish I had the time to scan in some other hideous photos of my hairdoos, I think you'd really get a kick out of them. I must confess... as time went on, I would have preferred the wild little bouncy hot roller doos from my earlier years, because once I reached about 3rd or 4th grade, Mom decided it was time for short hair. I hated my short hair. It was so ugly, and the kids at school made fun of me already. I was such a good subject for them with my glasses and bucky crossed teeth and cheap clothes. (I've posted on this before... see "Everyone's Friend" from November 10, 2008) They all had long hair and pony tails and braids and didn't approve of my appearance. I don't know why my Mom thought short hair was the way to go, but I specifically remember one time that she cut it too short. IT WAS SHORT! Around the ears short. YUCK. It was so repulsive... I remember looking in the mirror afterwards, I could feel the hot tears threatening to spill out, and then they did. I proceeded to my brother Jarrod's room where I found a stocking cap, put it on my head, laid on the couch and cried my eyes out. I told Mom that I couldn't go to school the next day because the kids would REALLY make fun of me then. Of course she thought it was cute. DUH! :) I know I have the ugly pictures to prove this story, but it would take some diggin'.

It was odd that my mom had given me that haircut, because my Aunt Mary Alice usually cut my hair back then. After the boy haircut incident - Alice began cutting my hair again. It was about 4th grade I think... when asked what we were doing with my hair, Mom would order a "wedge". For those of you that don't know what that is... it's very short in the back and big and fluffy on the top. Mom taught me how to use a curling iron so I could beautify (if that's what you'd call it)
Eventually I graduated to salon haircuts. I think that started around Junior High and I'm pretty sure it was as a result of my thinking I needed a "perm". Perms were all the rage then! Don't laugh, you know you had one too. *wink* So from then on I mostly had my hair permed. I was such a hottie:



Ain't the 80's grand??!!! :) This is one of my Senior Pix.


I guess after the bad perm I got when I was pregnant with Ciara, I pretty much decided that was enough of that. Honestly I think my hair changed during pregnancy and it takes curl very easy so I ended up with an afro. I wish I was kidding.... I couldn't even get a comb through it, which again.... resulted in tears. Wow... why does hair hafta make a woman so emotional? ha ha. It was a glorious day when I discovered that hair could be thinned and then later even better when I learned about straightening irons. OH HAPPY DAY!! I've had the same hairdo for several years now, in spite of the fact that my husband would love it if my hair were long, but I keep reminding him that I'm not the size 5 I was when we met so he should just forget about seeing me in the little denim GUESS jean skirt and long flowing black hair. Those days are gone baby! *sigh* Yeah, I've had lots of hairdoos over the years, kinda glad that after all the hair drama, I have a somewhat "normal" doo. I appreciate the simplicity of my style and my ability to manage it - and for the low low price of only $16.00. I guess in the words of Mom, "that's the price I pay to be beautiful", and it doesn't even have to hurt. :)