by MarianBeaman | Oct 28, 2020 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Literature, Quotations, Romance, Tips, Uncategorized
Fun House Halloween was a big deal at our two-room school. Every October, the students in my teacher/aunt Miss Longenecker’s lower grades and Mrs. Kilhelfner’s upper-grades skipped class for Halloween amusement in the fun house that transformed the basement of Rheems...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 14, 2020 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Recipes, Tips, Uncategorized
Click below to hear the crackle of baked petals, sort of like crunchy leaves in autumn . . . in Florida, not! RevCrunchingPetals7704.TRIM How it began: A fresh-petal illustration from Mennonite Daughter, Chapter...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 8, 2020 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Welcome to the #RRBC “ROCKIN’ 2020 AWAY” BOOK, BLOG & TRAILER Block Party! @martabeaman #Giveaways * * * Here’s What I’m Giving Away Today: $ 10.00 Target Gift Card Post a comment to go into the draw – Good Luck! (One winner...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 7, 2020 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
Ian Christopher Beaman Born in 2007 2 pounds, 5 ounces Now age 13 Strapping young man, full of vigor, praise God! A precarious beginning, indeed Our fourth grandchild appeared unexpectedly in early October, on his mother’s birthday, not as anticipated in early...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 30, 2020 | blog, book review, Cliff Beaman artist, Conflict, meditation, Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
The book promotion part of my life started out robust in early 2020. My calendar was chock full of goodies, bulging with Ways to engage with readers and market Mennonite Daughter. Here is what January looked like . . . Then came February . . . How...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 12, 2020 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, meditation, neighborhood, Neighborhood / Environment, Nostalgia, Quotations, Reflection, Tips
A breeze brushes my face as I walk through our neighborhood. Homes in the early morning sit politely on manicured lawns, some with pulsing arcs of water irrigating the grass. Here and there, crepe myrtle trees tout torches of fuchsia, lavender, or cream. I spot a fire...
