by MarianBeaman | Aug 21, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Rings CareBear Cliff has given me a diamond ring for Easter, baked in a blueberry muffin with a plastic bunny-rabbit stick on top. It is my first piece of jewelry ever and I’m 25 years old. Imagining everyone is as thrilled as I am, I flash the sparkling stone in...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 17, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Bonnets “Tie your head shut!” – An oft-heard admonition from my mother, my Aunt Ruthie, and Grandma Longenecker. Translation: If you tie your head shut, you won’t get sick with colds, sinus trouble, what not. And so our heads are tied shut with...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 14, 2013 | Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Southern lady friends, Uncategorized
Bee Video / Facebook The bees came the summer of 1964, the summer I turned fourteen and my life went spinning off into a whole new orbit, and I mean whole new orbit. Looking back on it now, I want to say the bees were sent to me. I want to say they showed up like the...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 10, 2013 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Memory, Purple Passage, Uncategorized
Purple Passages made its debut on July 10. Here is the August 10, 2013 installment. Why people read 1.7.94 We read books to know we are not alone. William Nicholson Love to children 4.2.89 The love you give your children is like black paper: it absorbs and you...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 3, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Neighborhood / Environment, Tips, tree surgery, Tree surgery, Uncategorized
3 Stories in One The certified arborist surveys the 16 tall oaks on our property in Florida and pauses at one: “I don’t like the looks of that tree,” he warns. “Its bark looks splotchy and the ground around it feels spongy.” He taps near the root with his...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 31, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
The whole family crams into the gray 1951 Studebaker: Our family of five, Daddy, Mommy, Janice Jean and I (Mark isn’t born yet), Aunt Ruthie and Grandma–seven stuffed into an airplane cockpit, it feels like. We don’t take two cars because we are...
