by MarianBeaman | May 27, 2015 | blog, book review, Conflict, Education, Literature, Quilt, Quotations, Reflection, Travel, Uncategorized
“Heidi, would you mind stopping by 329 East Bay Street before we leave town?” We were on our way out of Charleston during our recent road trip, and my niece Heidi graciously agreed to stop her SUV long enough for me to catch a snapshot of the Grimké House...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 24, 2015 | Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Folk Songs of the South, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Recipes, Uncategorized
Growing up in rural Lancaster County in the 1950s, I had very little opportunity to meet people of other ethnic groups, but I did have a Little Black Sambo book that introduced me to a culture different from mine. So, I have not always been embarrassed by this book....
by MarianBeaman | Apr 18, 2015 | Conflict, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, popular culture, Uncategorized
My name is Marian. What’s yours? A familiar greeting . . . Names have always fascinated me. I’ve even written about names and naming in previous posts: What’s in a Name? and The Name Game. But what about name changing? Celebrities, like actors, musicians and other...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 15, 2015 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, meditation, Nostalgia, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Do you lose things? Misplace your glasses, keys, cellphone, or worse? A few weeks ago I saw advertised a bit of wizardry called TrackR bravo, a coin-sized, wireless device that attaches to anything you want to track. The two wholesome-looking, geeky guys who invented...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 8, 2015 | Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
Are you wishing for different weather just now? Maybe a change in scenery is all you need to perk up. After a rough winter, the drowsy dreaminess of a warm, languid clime may sound very appealing. If so, you have something in common with the middle-aged Lottie Wilkins...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 31, 2015 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, meditation, Memory, Travel, Uncategorized
“I’ve been robbed!’ These are the only words artist/performer Cliff can utter as he walks toward his Dodge van, noticing that the air-vent window on the driver’s side has been pushed in at an odd angle. It’s about 4:30 a.m. Good Friday, April 1, 1994. Rushing around...
