Galatians 5:25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit (NIV). Walking is good for me. It’s good for body and soul; a clear mind, ears that hear the smallest bird that sings and legs that strengthen as I increase the distance. Wildlife hides from me. Though often seen… Continue reading Alive and In Step. .
Remembering … They appeared just before the service began. He carried a small pillow under his arm. I always wondered why. Together they sat in the front pew, listening attentively. One Sunday, as the service ended, Mary’s husband stood to leave. The pillow he had carried under his arm now lay on the church pew… Continue reading MY LASTING IMPRESSION OF MARY
a THREAD begins to reveal itself.
Ahead are endless, unplanned days.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Holiday Of Love As published in the Houghton Lake Resorter Newspaper1963Mary Anne Whitchurch Tuck“Musings Of A Homemaker” February is the month of sweethearts and historical birthdays. Gifts and cards of caring are abundantly given and received.Red is the color of this holiday of love, representing the warmth and caring which doesn’t end with the passing… Continue reading A Holiday Of Love
MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER-1964 If your memory doesn’t go back as far as 1964, you may want to get someone to help you read this. It should be of increasing concern to America at large that we are becoming hopelessly addicted to the output of the beckoning television networks. I, for one, have resisted the… Continue reading TV Addiction-Not Me
MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER “The time has come’, the walrus said, “to speak of many things, of sailing ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings” (and my New Year resolutions.) The years were 1962-1964. I was in my late twenties at the time and had enjoyed writing since high school. The editor of our… Continue reading My New Year Resolutions 1964
Christmas Memories 1963 (As printed in the Houghton Lake Resorter Weekly Newspaper- MUSINGS OF A HOMEMAKER) The pine tree stands in the corner, colorful but lonely. Gaily wrapped gifts beneath its branches have disappeared. The sweet smell of pine is no longer in the air. Shiny bicycles and curly haired dolls have gone from view.… Continue reading One More Package Of Memories
“He went to the synagogue, as was His custom”… One day, when I was seventeen, my sister asked me to baby-sit her infant son one evening, while they went out for awhile. I loved the little boy dearly. The baby was suffering from a slight cold; my sister’s instructions were to give him a spoon… Continue reading As Was His Custom
I began to think of the way we are linked together
through His creation. The markings of the geese are specific,
always the same for a particular breed.
She began to talk to me of times of JOY. She spoke of happy things and times and places.
Upon leaving, I said,
”See you when you come home”.
“Ok honey”, she said