Friday, August 20, 2010

A visit to Grandma's house! circa 1950!

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As a child every one else in my family
had a horse..There were horses at my
uncles...Horses my brothers
rode, and boarding horses that
just ran around
Grandma's meadow and made trouble!

Awwwww! The smell of the
meadow this time of
year. It is Aug. The alfalfa is ripe.
It is time to mow the hay and bale
it for the coming winter. The horses
stood around in the sun in belly
deep meadow grass! They stood
stoic in Deep green of the world
they lived in.

I can smell them. with a little
work I can hear them snort. In
my mind I can watch the colts
who's legs have grown long since those
very first wobbly steps. They are Leggy, and
full of childish mischief!

In memory I can walk barefoot along the
old road to Grandma's house.
I can smell the dust motes my bare
feet raise in the Aug.
sunshine. I can smell the mint
growing by Grandma's spring!

I can see the bucket sitting near by
for one of us to pick up, fill and pack
to Granny's kitchen.
She was always willing to accept
a clear clean cold drink of
water. If she didn't want to drink
of it, she could save
it for washing dishes,cooking
and baking! The
joy on her face when she welcomed
a child with a
bucket of water she
didn't have to carry herself
was sublime!

I loved the smells of Grandma's
kitchen! There was the old,
Smoky, "Majestic"wood stove
in the corner. There was
Grandpa's P.A. smoke lingering
in the air. If we were
lucky there were fresh biscuits
sitting on the sideboard.
They could be waiting in the little
ovens above the cook stove!

Grandma wasn't much of a cook,
but we all have our specialty!
We all thought Grandpa worked
in the logging camps to get
a decent meal in the winter
time!He would work the butter
churn with his strong "Lumberjack arms!"
while she mixed the ingredients and started
a fire. OH! How HOT that kitchen
became in late summer!

Cold clear Water from the
spring below the house
was poured into a tank on
the stove to be heated
while she cooked! When I
was a child there was no
electricity on our hill! Inventions
like a tank for heating
water on a stove were the labor
saving devices of Grandma's day!
There were warming ovens on
top of the stove to keep
the biscuits warm while they
waited for Grandpa's
patience to wear out as He sent
the paddle round and
round; so he might whip the
heavy cream into thick
yellow butter!

When I brought the bucket of
cold water, I would stand on my
tip toes so I could set it onto the
old checker table cloth Grandma
kept atop their table. My piggy tails
could barely be seen while
I looked on that table in search of
an errant cookie, left there by
Grandpa to chum small children
who brought in buckets full of
water for Her to make HOT
steaming mugs of coffee or tea.

Grandpa and Grandma poured
fresh whole milk into their
coffee to cool and for flavor.
Sometimes Grandma added
a spring of mint and a dip of
sugar to cold spring water for
tea. mostly they both drank HOT
coffee. If it was too Hot
They would pour it from their cup
onto their saucers and slurp
it from the saucer...

Mom said," never
to try this at home, It was Okay for Grandma
and Grandpa...It was
NOT okay for small girls!"

I know my nose wrinkled at the thought of
such bigotry! WHAT? A double standard in Idaho??
I knew better than to take the chance of getting a
small swat for trying it! Mom, never hit
very hard. There was always the danger th
offense would gether "worked up"
and she might tell
Dad. His swats were a lot more
painful. He could
jog a kids memory from the seat of their
pants!

It was fun to sit in the "parlor" window to
watch the colts cavort around the meadow.
They seemed to have boundless
energy; even in the heat of the sun!
When they got to hot they would roll on their
backs in the mud along the creek! I
was jealous...I wasn't allowed to play in the mud!

I remember walking through the kitchen
to go out and
watch my brothers try to catch the horses.
I caught sight of Grandma lifting the biscuit's
out of the over...I learned much from her..This
day she was teaching me language
and deportment! As I stepped through the
door; just in time to see! Her hand slipped
she stuck her thumb into the steamy hot biscuit..
.
This was one of the biscuits with the
slightly black top and bottom...I was just
in time to hear her yell...."DAMN IT!
Damn it...Damn it...Damn IT....I stuck
my thumb in every biscuit!"
By the time she sat them on
the table beside Grandpa......
she'd done just that!



Monday, December 7, 2009

Christmas 08,



Just a little boy standing in the storm....
He was just a little boy standing in the storm with his nose pressed firmly against the glass..His looked like he could "will" himself inside. He was nearly a part of the Christmas window he'd stood so long. He was staring. He was wishing. He was filled with hope. If there was a Santa, Perhaps; just perhaps he would bring him his hearts desire. He knew there WAS one. Wasn't he sitting on a white throne attended by elfs in the OTHER window? Were there no children lined up to speak with him? He had already told his wish to Santa. If he told anyone else....Would his wish go up in smoke, like his Birthday wish had done? He watched Christmas Fairies cavort in the window. The toy soldiers stood at attention on their wooden legs while the train went steadily around and around and around. The Christmas tree bore brightly bubbling lights in red, blue and green.Gaily wrapped Packages were strewn about,beneath it's boughs, as if in wait for a small child to come and tear them asunder. An angel dressed all in white stood at it's top, holding candles aloft to light the way to another little boy in another time, at another place.. Silent, seemingly alone he stood. He seemed to be dreaming. He wasn't ragged or worn. He was not dressed with any sort of style. BUT, he was clean!. He was clean and his hair was combed. He was there with hope in his heart. His only thought was what he wanted Most for Christmas.He held his hands tightly clenched in snow damped gloves while he stood. His Snow covered lashes barely contained the look of avarice in his big blue eyes. His "watch cap" as his Daddy called it; was cocked a bit to one side so his blond hair showed how much he needed a hair cut. He had no boots, only basketball shoes covered his cold feet. Yet, he stood on. He waited patiently while the roar of cars slithering through ice covered city streets seemed not to seep in to his mind at all. He had tried prayer, He had yet to be answered. He was going to try Santa. There was only one thing he wanted for Christmas. Perhaps Santa could provide. He'd tried talking to Jesus in Church. He'd seen the Baby Jesus in the Manger out front of the church and stopped to talk to him personal like. The stone baby was not listening. Santa was flesh and Blood. Perhaps he would hear....Perhaps he would have the answer to his only Christmas wish. Nay! It was more of a Christmas Prayer. He stood rooted to the ground in front of the festive window. He didn't take his eyes from the angel. Not even the Santa on the corner got his attention, now.....He was sure she "winked" at him! Maybe the stone child in the pretend manger was listening after all. Maybe the animals in the manger were going to talk about him tonight. Maybe....Just Maybe, his Daddy would come home from Something called the "Tet offensive" whole and safe after all..... Today an old man stands bent with age. His hands are worn with hard work. His gloves are ragged, his feet are cold. He stands before the same window. He stopped to pray before the same stone child. He even gave the ancient wooden sheep a small pat on the head as he walked slowly away. It seemed to him he had done this all before in his long ago past. He'd stood at that very window, Wishing, praying.....His old faded blue eyes filled with tears. The cane he grasp shook in the cold. The cars he could not hear were not so big. They didn't growl so loud or sound so fierce. Still they slithered along on wet iced city streets. People didnt' seem to see him standing bent in prayer as he had been so many years ago. Then he had prayed to the angel atop the tensil covered tree. Now he knew, He had no doubt at all. The Santa at the corner would not help him the Santa who now rested on the same Shopworn throne in the same window was of no use at all. Nor, were the stone statues going to answer his prayers. Still he prayed as he had prayed before. He prayed now for the safety of his Grandson. That was then That was Viet Nam. That was a country in a jungle. His prayers were answered then.... Would they be answered now...Would his Grandson come home safe from this desert country. Would He help to free people who were locked into horrors we were blessed to never see !! When he was done would he too come home? The little boy, now old and worn, still prayed as he did then......He still stood stark still as he had then....The Tall toy soldiers had new coats of paint. The sugar plum Fairies wore new costumes.....and he prayed for the safety of a new loved one....That he too would be home for the Next Christmas, He prayed that he be kept safe to come home to his sons. He prayed while people who seemed not to notice walked past, people who seemed not to see, people who listened to the strains of "Santa Claus is Coming." Just as those others had so many years ago.......Once more the Angel at the top of the Glittering tree seemed to wink at him, before he ceased his vigel and walked slowly toward home...still whispering his prayer of HOPE and love as he did when he was a boy....Who's Daddy was in a different war, in a different time, in a different world.....When an Angel's "wink" seemed to confirm that God was smiling upon him.....Perhaps God still smiled.....ONLY time would tell!






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Saturday, December 5, 2009

How to get the old man to work around the house! Who was guilty? you decide!

A sweet little old lady with white hair and a dazzling smile told me this story.....Nope ! It wasn't Mom.......she would of never of told this story on herself!

This is,Her narration as close as I can remember, she's been dead and gone for several years...Besides, It's not like she was gonna' tell me the story again so I could write it for anyone else to read!!....Outta' the blue, she told me like THIS!

"I don't want you to be shocked by this.I was asleep, and I felt like I had to fart....I had no idea, it was anything but a fart...you know Laura, I have to take Milk of Mag every night to keep that working :any way!" I was a little shocked, for her to blurt out this story as she did. That is, with no prompting from ME. I wouldn't have missed it for the world!

"Well! I let 'er rip!" She smiled a big wise, old lady grin!" When I realized just what happened I was so disgusted.There was no use to run to the outhouse, I'd done the deed already...back then we didn't have no showers or tubs....we barely could afford rags!" She scratched her head a little."I sure used the heck out of that one!"

" I remember plain as day!" She had me at that entrance! She didn't need to embellish with truths about the depression era!"An old flower sack stood in for a wash cloth! We made lots of things out of flour sacks, We made curtains, night gowns and under drawers! When they were all worn out, we made rags out of them, there was rags to wash with, rags to dust with...and rags to tie your hair in curls! The stink that night would of curled your hair without them rags!"

She went back to her story."I was so quiet when I got outta' bed..I barely moved the blankets back, and slipped out of that bed......I lived in fear of wakin' that old man of mine! I really did NOT want to give him ammunition! He was always givin' me a bad time about any little thing! He enjoyed giving me grief! Remember, that big tomato you sent up here for us! It was huge, and red, and sweet. That mean old Fart ate it, every bite. He ate it in front of me and didn't give me one bite! I was still mad at him for THAT!" She was smiling again, I knew something interesting was coming!

" I got out of that bed and slipped soundlessly out of that room I fairly ran in to wash up.....wheweeeee! It stunk!.... I was sure It was all over me, but Somehow it seemed to me I MISSED my night gown....hummmmm!!! I wondered how that happened....while I stripped it off and took me a "wash".... I like to never get that smell out of my nose! Wow! I scrubbed and scrubbed and I could still smell it....Maybe I stepped in it!

"Ewwww! I thought," How embarrassing.The old man ain't ever gonna let me live this one down!!! " I thought that all to myself.After all, I didn't want to wake him up, talkin' to myself!..You know how you do sometimes! I was just amazed I didn't get my night gown all soiled....I was gon'na put on a new one any way! Maybe, there was some on it somewhere I didn't see.....I sure could smell it!"

"Mind Yah!...I wasn't ever gonna tell anyone this story....I was just gonna sneak back into bed and keep my mug shut......Don't you be tellin' anyone....Well! Anyone that knows ME!" She actually winked!

" I put on a different night gown cause I fancied could still smell it. I tip- tip- tippy- toed back to bed. I was quiet as a mouse! I really didn't want to wake up that old man!" She gestured with her hands about tippy toein' it up to bed...

She was nearly whispering."I folded the blankets back real careful like, so as not to wake him. Then I 'bout gagged....cause I got a real whiff!.... I threw back the bedding.....What A MESS!"

"Wake up! Old man! You done Shat the bed!" I whopped him with what ever came to hand.I beat him with an old rubber slipper, that fit over his "Romeos!" I was mad as a hornet....How dare him make a mess like that! He done got it all over me, Too! I was just to mad to think about what I was doing!"

"Up till then,Hubby was still sleeping like a rock..When he came to life it was with the realization .That he was sleepin in a stink so bad it would curl his eye brows!..The trap door on his long johns was down and it was Full! WHY that "S.O.B."...I thought to myself ...

I think that is when it dawned on me," 'twas my farts woke me up....My churning stomach...What was the chances of both of us having "green apple quick step" in the middle of the night? Somehow it flew over there and Filled up his drawers! It made some big stinky spatters on that bed , Too!"

I was beside myself with embarrassment!" She wiggled in her chair, she was still embarrassed to think of her actions.

"I couldn't back down NOW! I'd already woke the sleeping logger! What a wakin' up he GOT! He was stinkin' and smellin' and beat and battered! I knew in my own mind it was NOT his stink! I wasn't gonna' tell him that though; it was to damn late to wake him up gentle like!" She reddened like a school girl!

"So what could I do?" I Told him." Get Your lazy arse up and go wash!" Really Laura, I had to fix that bed...."

"I wasn't gonna sleep in my own stink!......" But of course I wasn't gonna' tell him who's stink it really was!

"Now the old man is gone, I'm kinda' ashamed of myself I didn't tell him it was me.....but, I really needed those shelves put into the root cellar....And he was so ashamed for "poopin'" on me---- he was sure good to work around the old place for a few days!He even mowed the lawn and got that new screen door up I'd been a-wantin' for a couple years!

Sleep well....and be careful of that Milk of Magnesia!

Laurel....








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Thursday, November 26, 2009

All trails lead to the OUTHOUSE!



Awwww the Outhouse, Every trail on the farm seemed to end at that uncelebrated necessity of homestead living!

Like most Outhouses ours was utilitarian, not pretty! It was on the hill. clear across the yard from both the spring and the creek! That put it above the drive ....above the house....and quite an interesting hike when one was in a hurry on a snowy day!!! It was always best to take the garden trail cause one could ease up that hill instead of climbing like a mountain goat to the top of a hill. There were no stairs, It never dawned on Dad they would be a welcome way of reaching the "necessary house". After all was said and done he was all man. The whole world was his toilet....Roosters are said to say "cock a doodle Dooo" old farmers and farm kids sing out "any Bush will DO!"Their Daughters and wives did not share that spiritt!

The outhouse was a one board thick clap board,function....You could watch for car coming up the road, through the spaces in the boards. There was no half moon on the door!Since the door was hung with old chunks of leather, very often there was no door....Till the ladies of the house complained long and loud! In the summer there were splinters,DON'T ASK! when it rained outside, it often rained inside and since the water from the whole roof was channeled through the cracks in the ceiling it could be raining harder on the inside, than the outside! "Rain me a river!" There was no heat to melt the snow on the roof! Of course there was the wind. It did relieve the smell a bit and ruffled the feathers of the wrens that had the bad idea of nesting in the eaves, making their own large mess on the outside...A different sort of course to run to get to the house in a hurry!

Dad put in a coffee can full of lime, to kill the smell, the idea was to follow all "solid matter"with a scoop of lime to kill the smell. The reality was, NOTHIN would kill that smell.

The posies Mom planted all around the outside did not rival the aroma from the inside!So there you have an idea of how it looked from our front door. It was a short"L" shaped drive,It was best to have someone direct a driver when they backed their car around...

One of the neighbors came up for aload of hay, from the alfalfa field that stretched as far as one could see down through the draw and was our REAL front yard! The brothers bailed and lifted it onto the truck as high as they could pile it! The more they loaded the better the price. A lady ws backing the truck out with her wide spaced mirrors she obviously did not know how to use! Her son directed it! Back up Maw!More! More....cut it sharp! She did as she was directed! Till BAM! "Then he yelled"STOP"!

I think she already had the idea!!She hit just blow the Outhouse, and darn near loaded it onto her truck with the huge load of hay....In truth if it had not been loaded so full, I think she would have had it in the bed of the truck with her!

Dad observed to Mom, "See why I don't put up steps?"







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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

This old house

I've fiddled round all summer, like the ant and the grass hopper. My fiddle won't feed me
come winter. I bought the heaters I wanted for my home....which reminds me of the
old home and the wood stove....
A wood stove is almost a living being. It alternates between belching heat and smoke.
One never knows when it will do either. We had a tall living room wood stove in the
cabin on the hill. My brothers regularly fed it whole large logs to keep us warm. First
they had to cut it down from our woods, and bring it into the yard with a work horse,
that hated to be worked. She didn't mind pulling six or eight kids on sleds while one
of us rode her through the deep meadows. She just didn't care for pulling logs. She
would come on like the poor poor horsey with a broken leg! Till my brother begged
and cajoled her into being hooked to the logging "rig."
Those eleven and twelve year old boys sawed down the tree of Dad's choice
with an old Mc Collogh chain saw......I think that was how it was spelled....my memory
is as old as I...any way, can you imagine turning eleven and twelve year olds lose
to fell a tree with a gas powered saw in the middle of a hundred acre woods....NO
cell phones either!

Sometimes the bears watched them as they worked! The only
thing between them and the bear was a belching, bellowing chain saw that probably
wouldn't cut butter unless a lot of pressure was involved! Once the tree was fell, the
"bumped the knots"/ limbed the tree, and hooked it onto a cable, that was in
turn hooked to the tack on the old work horse who was
expected to be docile and drag that log into the wood lot beside the house. She would
do that, in her own fashion. It took a lot of work to get just a little work out of that
horse.

Once they got the wood brought to the wood lot, they sawed into stove lengths,
chopped it and piled it, then carted a load into the house to keep us fed and warm.
Mom had a wood fed, cook stove which was hooked to a water tank so we
had warm water to do dishes and take a bath in the middle of the kitchen in
her wash tub. The whole idea of modesty was not applicable in this day and age.

The whole idea of fresh bath water was a foreign concept. There were six of
us then, and the wash tub was filled for Dad, then Mom.....each in accordance
with their age. I was last, behind the brother who sang, "I peed in the bath tub!"
While he danced around in a flour sack towel! That water was "well used"
before I ever got my turn....and I doubt that brother was lying a bit with his
little song!

The way to the toilet was, out the kitchen door follow the path, walk due East to
the little building that stood on the hill. You wouldn't need to see it, One
could smell it FIRST! You could also hear it buzz. Even with lime the flys loved it.
No one wanted to tarry on the pot. The only reason there was two holes was cause
no one wanted to go alone after dark! We had cougars.

One night we came home late to hear a bawling. We looked for a calf at first..
Then we discovered two bear cubs high in a tree in the mountain behind our house.
We had a cousin with us,whom we had to nearly tie to the truck to keep him off the
hill. He wanted to go grab a cub! We had to convince him the Mama was near by!










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Thursday, July 23, 2009

This is neat.....from Libby News paper....

It’s 5:30 in the morning and Annette Fosgate is boiling hundreds of eggs in her small kitchen.

She heaves the oversized pot of breakfast onto a motor scooter, and cradles it between her knees as she rides toward the squatter’s village along the beach. As makeshift shacks come into view – homes made from woven grass, palm fronds, bamboo and pieces of tin – dozens of grubby, barefoot children race toward her.

“Ate Annette! Ate Annette!” they cry, savoring the smiles and hugs she generously doles out.

The children’s normal diet rarely diverges from rice and, occasionally, fish. The daily treats that Fosgate provides – boiled eggs, bananas, sweet potatoes and soup – are beyond their means, though it costs the Libby native only $10 to feed the nearly 100 children.

Before they head off to school, Fosgate introduces a Bible lesson. She helps them memorize scriptures through song and learn basic stories of the Bible.

Fosgate has found her calling at the squatter’s village in Panglao, Philippines on an island less than 10 miles long and five miles wide. She spent a year developing Simple Faith Ministries – a one-woman undertaking that served children breakfast, Bible studies, arts and crafts and other lessons. The work was exhausting, and the missionary grew beyond what one person could handle.

She will return to Panglao next month after spending the summer in Libby, but this time, two other local residents – Dave and Beth Iliff – will follow, tripling the missionary’s staff.

“I saw these other possibilities for reaching people, and I just couldn’t fulfill it all – I’m just one person,” Fosgate said. “So when they (the Iliffs) came and said, ‘We’d like to fill it,’ it was an answer to a prayer.”

Fosgate first spotted the natural beauty of Panglao Island over four years ago while she was on vacation visiting friends. In her month-long stay she became acquainted with the children through people who lived in the squatter’s village and through a small church that performed limited outreach.

“I saw the poverty, I met the kids in the squatters area and I just fell in love with them,” Fosgate said. “I couldn’t get them out of my mind.”

Fosgate eventually took the plunge and moved to Panglao. With a motor scooter, a one-bedroom apartment that she shared with a translator, and donations from Libby and Troy residents, she formed her ministry.

More and more children attended the breakfast feedings and after-school program as trust built between Fosgate and the children.

“Just being there every day and being faithful to show up, they started realizing that ‘Ate Annette’ wasn’t going away,” Fosgate said, explaining that “Ate” is a term of endearment for a respected older person.

Fosgate worked alongside the residents, helping with chores like sweeping floors and cleaning roofs.

“They saw that I wasn’t afraid of hard work,” Fosgate said, “that I wasn’t above them to do what they do. They found out I wash clothes like they do – by hand. That helped a lot in gaining respect.”

Dave and Beth Iliff moved to Korea for the year to teach, and were tuned in to Fosgate’s missionary work through her monthly letters. They arranged to help Fosgate over their three-week Christmas vacation.

“We just jumped in and stayed busy with her,” Beth said. “You could tell the relationship she built with those kids was real. Every place she’d go on the island, these kids would be following her around like the pied piper.”

Up to 100 kids of various ages mill about the open hut like ants in an anthill. The borrowed structure resembles a grass picnic shelter about 8 feet by 16 feet in size. Children hang from the sides, lay on the floor, sit on each others’ laps, and run in and out.

They adore Fosgate, tugging at her skirts, demanding her attention while she directs traffic during the after-school program. Dave and Beth play with the kids and help the older ones with homework. The others play games or color. None of the kids have crayons, games or toys at home.

Fosgate hopes that someday the ministry will raise enough money to buy land and build a structure big enough to accommodate the children. Currently, all the materials for meals and activities must be packed in and packed out on her scooter.

Fosgate recalled how rewarding it felt to listen to a 4-year-old girl, who doesn’t speak English, recite a Bible verse. Fosgate admits, though, that the work can also be discouraging. The children live in poverty and don’t get attention at home.

“They just want to be recognized. They just want to be looked at. They want a hug. They want a tussle on the head,” Fosgate said.

“That gets overwhelming sometimes when you see that need, that pressing need for love and they’re not getting it anywhere. But that’s the reason I’m down there – to show them that love, and to show them God’s love, too.

After spending nearly three weeks sharing Fosgate’s apartment and her missionary work, the Iliffs thought they may want to come back.

“On the porch of Annette’s bungalow one afternoon,” Dave recalled, “I just said (to Beth), ‘You know, honey, I could live here.’”

The two made a pact not to tell Fosgate their idea or to discuss it further for a month. They wanted to be sure that their decision was not based solely on emotion.

When they return to Panglao in September, they will both fill a much-needed niche.

Beth, who was a preschool teacher at Kootenai Valley Christian School for four years, plans to start a preschool program, focusing on building relationships with small children and their mothers.

Dave aspires to open up a small shop and teach teenage boys and young men a valuable trade.

“There’s a million motor scooters down there and all the fishing boats have a little Honda engine in them,” Dave said. “Just while we were there, our motor scooters broke down and you couldn’t find a reliable mechanic. There’s a need there.”

The island’s young men have little to do for work, Fosgate said, except fish, but that only yields about $2-$3 per day.

Fosgate attributes God and the people of Libby and Troy for helping the mission get through the year financially. She didn’t have enough promised support to guarantee that she would make it each month, but she kept the mindset that she would feed and teach lessons to the children until the money ran out – and it never did.

“People just kept coming through and I never had to miss a Saturday feeding because of lack of money. I never had to miss an after-school program because I didn’t have enough money for copies,” Fosgate said. “I would say 95 percent of my support last year came from Libby and Troy people.”

Raising money for the mission

• A rummage sale at Kootenai Valley Church, Aug. 7-8, 9 a.m.-3 p.m.

Donations can be dropped off at Kootenai Valley Church in Libby or at 512 E. Spokane St. in Troy.

• A car wash will be held Aug. 8 at the Pizza Hut parking lot in Libby.

• Tickets for a quilt raffle can be purchased at the Venture Inn.

• The Venture Inn is accepting donations of children’s games, books, art and school supplies and travel hygiene products.

• Cash donations can be made to Simple Faith Ministries at P.O. Box 811, Libby, MT 59923. Donations are made through the Kootenai Valley Church and are tax-deductible.

For questions, call Beth Iliff at 291-7868 or e-mail SimpleFaithMinistries@hotmail.com









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Thursday, July 9, 2009

Just noodling.....

-->I noticed it had been a while since I have been here....I like it here....though sometimes it is a little " intimidating.....White paper, fever.....a little like white coat high blood pressure...every time I see an empty page I am just forced to write on it..

One of my passions is herbs. I love to learn about herbs. I love to tell people what I have learned. I've met the nicest people by saying......"I use cinnamon to control my Diabetes. It don't hurt your liver!" Then we start a discourse....

This is a good day to count my Blessings.....I have a Gary in my life....a wonderful friend, mate and gentle person. Gosh! How he would hate to see I had written that.....But he has been my children's Dad all their lives...It only takes a half an hour or so to become a father...but it is a lifetimes commitment to be a Dad....

I can spoil My Mom any time I want...She has done us all the pleasure of living to be
86....So I can drive her wherever she need to go... I can spoil her in any way I see fit.
I can take her on rides and we can enjoy fire works into the wee hours of an Independence day morning...I can laugh with her all I want and feel her loving touch.

I have four beautiful healthy Grown children.One beautiful and very pregnant Daughter in law, whom I love.... and four wonderful healthy grand sons....(son says
they are NOT beautiful.....Beautiful is for girls!) He don't know what I am writing either! We have a Bill in our lives....He is Jen's fella' and loved like a son...

I have beloved friends I would not change for anything or any one....Some who are on line and some I know better than I know some of the people in this town where I grew to be an adult...And some I've never seen in person. I love them still, as though they lived next door. A few have come to my home...Not to look at my mess; and it is a mess....But to be friends who's adult children I have grown to love too....I am truly blessed...I've even made friends in my home town on the computer! How Blessed is that!!!

OK! Now to the most recent blessings. My Gary has had some lung surgery many years ago. They told me he could not possibly live ten years....28 years ago to be exact. He is still here!

He has grown to the point of needing 02...he has bottles! The other day a lady on my
>free cycle group gave him a concentrator....HEAVEN....They are so costly.. We could not afford one. Now he has one of his OWN..He can have it on all night long without worry his bottle will go empty!!!

Last winter the storage room roof developed a leak...Because Gary is a man..and he didn't think about my size, he put loads of stuff in my way. I couldn't get in there. I mean physically I didn't fit into the room he left me to squeeze in there..People with lung problems usually look like they are at the point of starvation. We resemble Jack Sprat and his wife! we had no idea the room was harboring mold, then we began to smell it in our little house!!! I knew we were in trouble.... Even my old dog was having asthma attacks. Gary could barely breathe! I could taste smell and felt it in my lungs. I got on my treadmill, a lady down the street GAVE me....I began to walk to clear my lungs. Gary couldn't do this....

One Morning Chris, who is my eldest son called and told me he was gonna come fix my roof, and clean out that room...Now the roof is half way done! He has cleared the old wall board out of that room! We put on a solid door to keep the mold captured in there till they can finish the work!

I joined Gleaners....Wonderful thing to do....Because of Gleaners I am saved about a hundred dollars or more in fruit and vegetables every month. I can actually afford Gasoline for my car. There is a tree hanging over our roof, and the heater in the living room has to be replaced before winter. Because of our belonging to gleaners I can get the heater this MONTH....the tree will have to wait a bit longer.... It is 1500 dollars, to remove it, as a dangerous tree...I have no doubt it will come..
From some where. It will come...It's not in my hands!

So now I am done "noodling" and counting blessings.....For now...I will probably send you more and more....cause God is good!
Hugs
Laurel