by MarianBeaman | Sep 27, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Mennonite Lore, Quotations
You must not work on Sunday, Sunday, Sunday You must not work on Sunday because it is a sin. But you can work on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday till Sunday comes again. Sung to a melody with a 4-note range similar to “Here We Go Round the...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 24, 2014 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Recipes
Diners at the Bâtard, an upscale restaurant in Tribeca, NYC can enjoy a dessert dish called milk bread, “A Christmastime treat from Germany,” says the September 1, 2014 issue of the New Yorker. The article goes on to describe this milk bread as having...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 20, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Literature, meditation, Purple Passage, Quotations, Reflection
The earth laughs in flowers.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson MIRRORS Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it. – Ernest Holmes Mirrors can both reflect and distort as Tennyson suggests: And moving through a...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 17, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Literature, meditation, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Reflection
Sunsets, especially sunsets on the beach are # 1 on the list of clichés to avoid in photography. Yet beach sunsets persist on Instagram and Facebook because they are breath-taking, evocative. . . . the gauzy hinge between sea and sky, the limitless horizon...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 13, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
Did you as a baby sit in one of these? Did you buy one for your child? Produced by Babyhood Industries of Shrewsbury, MA, the Wonda Chair was “a do-it-all, all-in-one, convertible wonder. As the seller mentions, the multi-piece furniture/stroller kit mixes and...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 10, 2014 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations
So now it matters almost not at all to any of them except as a storybook matters; loved in childhood but outgrown in adolescence, it still matters, still instructs, still is part of what the adult becomes. Phyllis Tickle, The Graces We Remember: Songs in Ordinary Time...
