by MarianBeaman | Sep 23, 2015 | blog, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Dollar Discovery! On September 10, 2015 I opened an envelope dated April 30,1962 that Mother sent me in college. I had read her letter then, but did not open the Bossler Mennonite Church bulletin where she had tucked a dollar bill (series date 1957) until now. I...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 19, 2015 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, Literature, meditation, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Purple Passage, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
A Short Story Once upon a time seven children from three different states came to visit their family in Pennsylvania. Some came from far away in a car, plane or train so they could see each other and get to know their grandparents and great-grandparents, who lived in...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 24, 2015 | blog, Coming of Age, Education, Gratitude, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Lacing a belt of green and yellow gimp in crafts class Trips to the snack shop for an orange Nehi Bible study on the rocks, girls like us with braids, some with prayer caps These are my sharpest memories of Girls’ Week at Laurelville Mennonite Camp just off the...
by MarianBeaman | May 30, 2015 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, Recipes, Tips, Uncategorized
Grand-daughter Jenna and I decided to make a rainbow cake on Memorial Day weekend. We were hoping for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but the cake-making process wasn’t that easy! Here’s our step-by-step process with a few glitches noted: First,...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 27, 2015 | Award, blog, Gratitude, Reflection, Uncategorized
Thank you notes are usually written privately, but this one is a public thank you to Carole Parkes, a writer friend who just recently nominated me for the Written Acts of Kindness Award, an award given from one blogger to another to let them know their words bring...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 31, 2015 | Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, meditation, Memory, Travel, Uncategorized
“I’ve been robbed!’ These are the only words artist/performer Cliff can utter as he walks toward his Dodge van, noticing that the air-vent window on the driver’s side has been pushed in at an odd angle. It’s about 4:30 a.m. Good Friday, April 1, 1994. Rushing around...
