Everyone has their memories of Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I sure do. Here in Texas it was a sunny day. I got up early and checked on my dad who had suffered a stroke earlier that year. He was sleeping peacefully so I prepared coffee. I went outside to retrieve the newspaper and to pet the dog. Star’s nervous running alerted to the fact she was ready for her breakfast. I fed the animals and settled in for a cup of coffee and my daily devotion. The phone rang and disrupted my morning. My brother Tom called and said to turn the tv on. I did so and watched in horror as the world as we knew it changed. Tom walked over from his home next door and together we viewed the unfolding drama and carnage of thousands. As the first building fell Tom stated all those people have died…
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Last week-end my nephew and his wife welcomed their second daughter into this world. Her last name is Bean. She is the great-granddaughter of Willie and Eloise Bean who purchased five acres of land and a home shortly after their marriage in 1937.
My parents raised three children in a home on the land – which fronts Highway 69. Dad planted and harvested a handsome garden year after year. Mama created many a tasty meal from the vegetables which the land produced. As the progeny grew up and left the nest- grandchildren filled the old home. Family celebrations continued. Mama made an Easter bunny cake, many a yummy meal for Christmas and Thanksgiving. Birthdays were celebrated as were anniversaries until age caught up with Mama and Daddy.
Mom passed in 2000 and Daddy in 2002. The halls became eerily quiet and the celebrations ceased. My brother and his progeny…
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It may seem impossible to realize but 30 years ago the Challenger exploded soon after lift off and filled the skies with death. I remember it well.
It was a sunny Tuesday morning. I had opted to sleep in as I was off that day. The sounds of my radio reminded me it was time to get up. My two cats also crawled over my bed, over me. Disc jockeys Lee Jolly and Chuck Schramick joked back and forth as they usually did in the morning. They mentioned the space shuttle had ice hanging off the outsides. The launch was postponed an hour. Another song played and I pulled the covers over my head.
The golden oldies song was interrupted. Lee asked Chuck if he could hear ok? Lee thumped his hand on the mic. Then the news which created dread and sadness was announced. The Challenger had exploded…
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Halloween 2015 was a wet one. My church Cornerstone Baptist hosted a rousing Trunk or Treat which was attended by hundreds of kids and their families. Hot dogs, drinks, chips and a variety of goodies filled not only their eyes but their tummies. It was a great way to share the Gospel. It took me back to my own memories of Halloween.
I remember dressing up as Zorro – the swash buckling hero whose dark good looks made many a heart leap. He was the one person I looked for when I went with my family to Disneyland. Other girls dressed as a princess but that year I wanted to be Zorro or better yet know Zorro.
Another year my Camp Fire group and I strategically hit the safe bet houses. Our group consisted of a half dozen pre-teen girls who did not consider dressing up to be…
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