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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Enjoy reading about this awesome lady.
There are a few people who come into your life whose presence creates a good feeling. The memories are often cherished and tend to be forgotten until an event in life will open the book of yester year and the events will again enter your life.
Mrs. Jean Erwin was one of those people. She was mother of my classmate Dorothy and six more beside. The Erwin home was a mixture of warmth, activity, delicious baked goods or a fresh pot of coffee which would fill the air with its aroma. Mr. Erwin was a loving, caring dad who worked at the local mill. They reminded me of the tv Waltons.
One of my first memories of Mrs. Erwin was in 1964. Beatlemania was sweeping the world and Kountze had not managed to elude the craze. One day I rode the bus home with Dorothy – to visit, complete our…
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