by MarianBeaman | Jun 19, 2019 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Uncategorized
Your thoughts on al fresco eating and family reunions Thank you!
by MarianBeaman | Jun 5, 2019 | blog, Education, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Neighborhood / Environment, Quotations
Is it hot where you live? Cool? Just right? In May our part of the world experienced hotter than normal temps. We are used to high 90s in northeast Florida, but usually not this early. May 27 100 degrees May 28 99 degrees May 29 98...
by MarianBeaman | May 22, 2019 | blog, book review, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
Rachel Held Evans died on May 4, 2019 at age 37. She left behind a grieving husband Dan, two small children, and a host of admirers including me. She was the author of four books; I read her first one. Her untimely death ignited a public outcry. The Washington Post...
by MarianBeaman | May 15, 2019 | blog, book review, Gratitude, Literature, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Recipes, Tips
My Grandma liked to cook and she liked to eat. She has a starring role in my memoir, spotlighted in two chapters: Grandma’s Bountiful Table and Easter & Politics. Everyone had a seat at her table. I treasure time I spent preparing meals with her and having her...
by MarianBeaman | May 8, 2019 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
I have written about my mother often here. You have seen photos of her, read stories about her. Intentionally, I have paid tribute to her on Mother’s Days past. Here is a sampling: Bedtime Stories and Wooden Blocks and Beads Mother’s Quilts Mother’s Other...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 24, 2019 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
Pear Tree Blossoms Blossoms on our pear tree beside the lake peek out A few at a time Then more . . . and, finally, the pear tree standing in a dress of white blossoms. Book writing, too, starts small . . . My memoir began as a Kinko-bound...
