by MarianBeaman | Jul 13, 2022 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
The Back Story from 2016 The photo of a pair of transitions eye glasses attached to a scarlet lanyard is still posted on my Facebook page dated April 14, 2016. “Hubby makes a lanyard for my glasses today. He is not just being kind. He simply doesn’t want to look for...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 8, 2022 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Reflection, Uncategorized
Beginning this week, I’ll be taking a short blog break. See you again soon!
by MarianBeaman | Jun 1, 2022 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Tips, Uncategorized
Ludmilla is a humble widow living in Prague, Czech Republic. She has survived two political regimes, the German Nazis and the Russian Communists. Her life has not been easy; she has seen much sorrow. However, over the years, Ludmilla has come to view her kitchen...
by MarianBeaman | May 11, 2022 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Snowbirds Faythe and Howard Landis introduced us to Sunken Gardens, St. Petersburg in April 2022. You may recall that Howard is my second cousin, whom I’ve blogged about before when we visited him and Faythe last summer. You can view our escapades in Missouri here....
by MarianBeaman | May 4, 2022 | blog, book review, Coming of Age, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
What Amazon Says Loving our children’s children well is an art–one we keep learning as they grow. Making memories and fostering relationships with our grandchildren in the midst of a fast-moving culture isn’t easy, and a legacy that lasts...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 20, 2022 | blog, book review, Cliff Beaman artist, Easter, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Uncategorized
Excerpt from “Easter and Politics,” chapter 24 in Mennonite Daughter: The Story of a Plain Girl Two doors led into Grandma Longenecker’s kitchen. On this particular Sunday, we aimed for her back door. After Daddy parked our car alongside the back porch,...
