by MarianBeaman | Jun 2, 2021 | blog, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Did you know that, Boomers and Gen-Xers are looking back to their youth, collecting . . . Cassette tapes Vinyl LPs Polaroid cameras Manual typewriters . . . even decades old video games So says, Jeff Nilsson in “Nostalgia is Good For You,” an article from The...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 7, 2021 | blog, book review, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Southern lady friends, Uncategorized
This past year has been like a treadmill trek with the degrees of incline jacked up higher every (day, week, month). The news generally has been grim. Have you felt a need for lightness and joy? I certainly have! Goodreads Review: Between Heaven and...
by MarianBeaman | Feb 24, 2021 | blog, Coming of Age, Gratitude, Memory, popular culture, Reflection, Uncategorized
Welcome to My Eighth Blogiversary Please have a cupcake! Guest of Honor YOU! You come from all over the globe. If you don’t find your country represented, you can call me out in Comments. Here is a sampling from stats earlier this month: Our...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 9, 2020 | blog, Coming of Age, Gratitude, popular culture, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
As Groucho Marx once said, “Anyone can get old — all you have to do is to live long enough. 🙂 But living long enough is not enough, apparently. It’s a good idea to savor life, one well lived. This from an article published recently by Brian Kozlowksi...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 2, 2020 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Books Make Great Gifts Here’s a Gift to Share! Discover the charms of living in rural PA in the 1940s-60s Follow the author in her path toward forgiveness American Link Canadian Link Amazon Universal Link Thank ...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 18, 2020 | blog, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations
“Where have you been hiding?” I asked myself as I discovered a tiny, green volume under three other, larger diaries. Over three years ago, my sisters and I cleared out our Aunt Ruthie’s house. They agreed to my placing her diaries and journals in my suitcase, flying...
