by MarianBeaman | Feb 7, 2018 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
A little church in Alabama with rough-hewn walls holds a glittering stained glass window with this expression: Not lost but gone before. The saying in golden glass ends with a period though it’s not a complete sentence. Yet those five words reflect on a real...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 24, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Tips, Uncategorized
Do you procrastinate? Are there unfinished projects lying about in your house? Years ago in graduate school at Florida State University, my husband Cliff made these bisque-fired salt and pepper shakers. He says creating the shakers was a side project back then,...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 17, 2018 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Reflection, Tips, Uncategorized
The Confession As of January 5, 2018 I had found 3768 photos on my iPhone along with 158 videos. Gasp! When I began organizing the host of photos, none of the pictures were tagged with subject. Only an image number identified each photo (IMG_2548, for example). And...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 10, 2018 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Uncategorized
Frozen America the national weather channel announced this week! After the calendar flipped to 2018, the temperatures in north Florida dipped way low. Low by Florida standards of course. On Thursday morning, January 4, Jacksonville International Airport temps reached...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 20, 2017 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, popular culture, Romance
Norah Ephron wrote the screenplay for You’ve Got Mail in 1998. Starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, the film features two business rivals who can’t stand each other in real life but begin falling in love via online mail boxes. Cliff Writes Letters to Me Internet...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 13, 2017 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, neighborhood, Quotations
Once upon a time my Grandma Longenecker and Aunt Ruthie welcomed strangers into their home. They hosted Phuong Le from Viet Nam, their first refugee “daughter.” After Grandma died my aunt carried on the tradition opening her door to refugees...
