by MarianBeaman | Oct 3, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
My Aunt Ruthie died at age 98 1/2, so she never reached 100, a goal I sensed she hoped for in her healthy years. But she did celebrate birthdays on October 4 every year before then. Some happily in elder days. Other celebrations had mixed results as her...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 8, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore
Do you remember . . . a galvanized tub like this? wading in a farm pond? swimming in a “real” pool?
by MarianBeaman | Jul 25, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
I don’t remember my first birthday. Can anyone recall that far back in time? But I do remember the highchair because all four of us children used it. And I remember the backyard at my parents’ house, the clothesline, and of course the outhouse, in later years guarded...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 11, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore
Come to Bible School, come to Bible school, every evening of the week, come to Bible school . . . Always be on time, always be on time . . . Watermelon, Hires homemade root beer floats, and swimming in a farm pond with mud on the bottom, squishy between our toes –...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 4, 2018 | Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Neighborhood / Environment, Uncategorized
This is a photograph of my mother, Ruth Longenecker, in the tobacco field located in our family’s acreage in Bainbridge, Pennsylvania seven miles from our home. Until the photo was restored, I did not realize the presence of a figure in middle distance, who I’m...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 20, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Uncategorized
At Mark’s funeral, a church friend recalled his wisdom. The friend, who admitted to have complained about something trivial at the time, heard Mark say, “Oh, it’s not so bad. We’re just passing through this life!” My brother passed...
