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 | Aug 30, 2014 | Education, Family / Nostalgia, Lists, meditation, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
A Fable A tortoise had become friendly with two geese who promised to take it to their home in the mountains. The plan: The geese would hold a stick in their beaks while the tortoise would grasp it in the middle with his mouth, but he must be careful not to talk....
by MarianBeaman | Aug 15, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations
We’re having lunch at Mother’s house today: home-grown tomato sandwiches, Silver Queen corn on the cob, and fresh tossed salad with a wrapped-up cucumber found left in her refrigerator. There is also a boiled egg she cooked recently, but Mom is not here. She is gone,...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 28, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Tips, Uncategorized
This week at Mom’s house, I attempted to re-create a scene from my childhood – in the same house, on the same chair, with one of the same Ball-Mason jars from the mother’s stash in the cellar. The kind with tiny bubbles crystallized within the glass...
