by MarianBeaman | Feb 24, 2016 | blog, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Neighborhood / Environment, Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
I didn’t hear a Bang. I didn’t see the pot Fall. But when I looked from the upstairs bedroom window, I saw shiny red chards of pottery on the patio floor. I really liked that red pot and now it was in pieces. How did that happen? There was no wind. I was...
by MarianBeaman | Feb 10, 2016 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, popular culture, Romance, Uncategorized
Gump-a-bump-a-rump-a! (Repeat – repeat) No driver wants to hear this coming from under her car hood, even if it is my aging Infiniti. When I reported these scary noises to my husband Cliff, he immediately went into Investigator Mode. His problem-solving scenario...
by MarianBeaman | Feb 3, 2016 | blog, Christmas, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Recipes, Southern lady friends, Uncategorized
Oops! An apple cake with half the recipe batter left out . . . the baked remainders landing on the floor. Double dumb mistakes. That’s not the way I envisioned marking my 300th blog post. The Plan To mark this milestone, grandson Curtis and I planned to make an apple...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 27, 2016 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Tips, Uncategorized
Earlier in January I baked an apple cake for my husband Cliff’s birthday celebration. All agreed it was scrumptious. However, it was my second attempt at the same recipe for reasons to be divulged in my next blog post. As they say, practice makes perfect! Matilda...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 20, 2016 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Reflection
A long, wavelike ridge of snow . . . formed by the wind: Sastruga, a word of Russian origin. A snowdrift is a beautiful thing if it doesn’t lie across the path you’ll have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination. Prehistoric Humps James...
by MarianBeaman | Jan 13, 2016 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
A Riddle I have no head, and a tail I lack, But oft have arms, and legs, and a back; I inhabit the palace, the tavern, the cot- ‘Tis a beggarly residence where I am not. If a monarch were present (I tell you no fable), I still should be placed at the head of the...
