by MarianBeaman | Dec 12, 2018 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
I have a quilted green robe. It feels like silk, but the fabric is probably rayon. It has hung on a bathroom hook for a long, long time. It has a history My mother-in-law gave me this robe as a Christmas gift before our children were born. It came...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 5, 2018 | blog, British History, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Do you remember where you were when . . . President Kennedy was assassinated? The Challenger exploded? Planes hit the Twin Towers in New York City? You can probably easily call up your surroundings when these cataclysmic events happened. But you most likely don’t...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 28, 2018 | blog, book review, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
My Mennonite parents laughed very little, except when relatives and friends tickled their funny bones. They took the business of parenting very seriously. Other relatives lit up with a sense of humor: I carry an image of my Grandma Fannie and Aunt Ruthie once slapping...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 24, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
“Another anniversary. After the 50th, what’s so special about that?” Quite a lot, it turns out. Cliff and I observed another anniversary on August 5. We had just returned from a trip to Asheville this summer (where we spent our honeymoon 51 years earlier), but I...
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 | Sep 12, 2018 | blog, Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Daddy & I and the Big Truck I raced across the porch and jumped up into the big truck. Daddy and I headed up through Harrisburg past the street where sometimes we picked up big farm equipment like a tractor or combine. Today the truck pointed north...
