Category: American Heritage
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Mowing Chronicles: Obstacles
How frustrating are obstacles? When you are mowing? My first inkling or thought of mowing always seems to be synonymous with farming. Without farming I don’t know that any of us would have been as able to have some of the equipment or the farming services we had that also helped us as mowers. These…
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Rocking in the Great Dane Picnic
Life is fast. I remember hearing about the date of the company family picnic, but was surprised to know Friday, that it was on Saturday. Like it just came out of nowhere. On top of that it was also my niece’s birthday and a party after the picnic. Once we arrived at the park in…
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The Last Edition: The Hands of My Father
How does one measure a father’s worth? Fortunately, I do not have firsthand experience and would not wish the lack of a father’s presence on anyone! Words speak volumes, but a photo is worth a 1000 words. Writing about my father is probably the most emotionally difficult one of this series to write. Sometimes photos…
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My 200th Article
Another milestone. Writing would not have become my niche without this one unique experience. Becoming an Aunt. There is nothing more precious than seeing the family resemblance in a child. There is nothing like the enormous learning curve first-timers have either. The emotional arc of becoming an Aunt has been incredible. Loving another person who…
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The 3rd Edition: The Hands of My Fathers
One never knows if they will have a grandparent in their lives or not or how long. After the loss of Grandpa Arla and Leo in a short span of time I made a personal decision. Time is precious so it became a mission of mine to spend time with my elders. I remember hearing…
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Mowing Chronicles: Thoughts
What comes to your mind when you mow? Do you think about what you want to eat later? Maybe about a disagreement with someone? Your to-do list for the rest of the day or week? Mowing. This was a time to forget about problems. A time to just observe my surroundings and keep aware of…
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The 2nd Edition: The Hands of My Fathers
Ironically, I had about the same amount of time with Great-Grandpa Arla as I did Grandpa Leo. There was only about a month, give or take a few days up to a week, in between their deaths. It seems that I remember his death just about 10 days after my birthday which would be somewhere…
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The Hands of My Fathers
Sunday Afternoons for the longest time would be in his living room. Grandma Doris and Uncle Bob; they would welcome this deluge of Bishop’s as we filled their entire room. Great-Grandpa Arlie as some called him or the newspaper would misspell his name as Arle; was an intriguing man. The Lord has blessed me over…
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California Is Praying
This weekend was the culmination of Christians and Catholics all over this Country praying. If you have not heard of the group Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, you really need to look into some Conservative Media Sites. This group was to be honored for a Dodger’s “pride event” in Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles. ‘The Federalist’…
Jewells of Thought 