Tag: hands
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What A Perspective!
So not too long before our Bishop Reunion I got a request. This was a very special request from a young girl. A girl who was about to turn the big Birthday of 10. Our Sunday afternoons at Grandma’s, her Great-Grandma’s has been quite a journey for us. Watching her grow up to this age…
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A Green Bean Surprise
We had a nice cool walk today for a nice change. Afterwards I ate breakfast, but then Mom and I took a little trip into Linton. When we got back we were surprised to see our neighbor, his dog and a big bucket of freshly taken out of the garden green beans. Even from where…
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A Surprise
My emotions are still too high to talk about this morning so I will talk about yesterday. My mom’s older brother and wife came up to check on some things and chat. When they came in I was literally finishing my writing prompt. So I did hear Uncle Floyd’s here, but I was trying to…
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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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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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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…
Jewells of Thought 