Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
A few weeks ago I was digging around in some dresser drawers, trying to rid myself of excess junk. I discovered an old paper turkey that I bought not too long after we were married while still living in Kansas.
Bob thinks Mr. Turkey must be at least 40 years old!
If you look closely, you can spot him in these two old pictures, one dated 1969.
I cannot imagine that I was brave enough to fix a Thanksgiving meal for my family back then! I'm sure Mom must have helped me with all of the finishing touches.
Our celebration this year has been a little different. The Wheeler's weren't able to come, Steve has returned to California, and as I said, we celebrated early. An invitation came from our nephew to come to dinner at the Best house, which we did, feasting with the Thompson side of the family. Thanks to Jason & Lucy, the meal was delicious! We discovered that Jason is a big fan of the Food Network & he did a great job fixing the turkey.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Carol, at one of the overlooks on The Blue Ridge Parkway
Dad & I at one of the highest points --He was having trouble breathing here.
We made the drive along the Blue Ridge Parkway, soaking up the Spring sunshine & enjoying the dogwoods & redbuds that were bursting with blossoms. It was a beautiful drive. We exited off at Little Switzerland & knew immediately where the little village got it's name. The winding little mountain highway lead us to Bill & Nadine's mountain hideaway, literally built on the side of the mountain!
Fern was Dad's oldest sister. She had lived in Eldon, Missouri for years but her health was failing & she had no choice but to come live with her daughter. She was hard of hearing & her mind wasn't very sharp. Dad thought that she might not even recognize him. But when we walked into her charming little room, her eyes met his & with a big smile, she breathed out "Duane!". She immediately knew him. We could tell that Dad was absolutely delighted that we had made the trip, hard as it was for him to breathe in the thin mountain air.Her room was tiny, but Nadine had painted it Fern's very favorite color...purple! A beautiful old quilt covered her & she was surrounded with photographs of her loved ones, a picture of "Little Brook", the farm that she & Tom had lived on back in Missouri, & little mementos of her past. There was a double window facing the road in front of the house, & just past it, a mountain!
Nadine told us that Fern could sit for hours, watching her mountain. And just for her, Nadine had place a bird feeder so her Mother could watch them feed out her window.
Nadine & Aunt Fern The view out their back door
Aunt Fern was a devout Christian. Her first husband died suddenly, leaving her as a widow way too soon. She married a Baptist preacher, moved back to her roots in Missouri, & served as a pastor's wife for several years. She was a loving & very generous person. She was a hard worker, loved to plant a large vegetable garden so she could share with her neighbors & family, maintained gorgeous flower gardens, & never passed up the opportunity to go fishing. She loved people. She loved her family. But most of all, she loved her Jesus.
The picture above was taken from an article in the McDowell, North Carolina Hospice newsletter, featuring an article about Aunt Fern, back in May, 2004. In the article is a paragraph telling of her mountain she loved to watch out her window.
"Mother had a special prayer place up over the hill across from the house. She would go there every day to have her quiet prayer with God." When asked if she were going today, Mrs.Bunch replied, "No, I can't get up the mountain".
Her special care givers...daughter Nadine & son-in-law, Bill
Hospice took wonderful care of Aunt Fern & eventually she had to be in a Nursing Home for a few weeks. They thought she was precious.
Even before Fern was gone, Bill became ill & found out he had cancer. And now he is gone also.
This morning I called Nadine to tell her of my surprise. She told me that the local Hospice representative had brought her a framed print of the Hospice poster. And they told her that there were plans for it to be somewhere out there on a billboard. Who knew that we had celebrities among us!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Belem, Brazil, South America
to serve as a Military Policeman.
Amazingly, for a young kid from a poor family, he had a camera!
There are all kinds of old pictures in this album.
Photos of aircraft, ships, soldiers-both in uniform
& some where they are ready for a dip in the ocean.
Silly shots of guys goofing off, flashes of men in dress uniform
perfectly lined up to march in a parade.
I've found a few letters that he wrote home, that someone
saved & tucked away in the old pages. Letters that he faithfully
sent back home to Missouri to his Mom & Dad,
enclosing part of his paycheck to help them out.
As the youngest son, he felt it was his duty to take care of his parents.
In recent years as we went through this old album,
Dad told me how hot, humid & miserable it was in Brazil.
No wonder those young men took advantage of there off duty
time to cool off in the waters of the Atlantic!
If you look closely in the window, you will see the flag showing that their son was serving in the military.
And in some of the old stuff we went through the old flag showed up!
Dad's Company, before shipping out from Miami, Florida
He is the one in the white gloves!
Thanks, Dad, for serving our country,
for being a great son & supporting your family,
for being a wonderful husband & father later on in life...
& for taking all of those pictures & passing the love of
photography on down the line!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
From the looks of this picture, those old gobblers liked to see her come around.
This was her way of earning a little extra money,
& from the number of birds in this old photograph,
she probably made a pretty penny!
Today is our annual Thanksgiving Supper at our church
& I'm looking forward to a delicious meal.
I'm very, very thankful that I don't have to wring a turkey's neck
or pluck a lot of turkey feathers in order to enjoy the main course.
May the month of November bring you memories of