by MarianBeaman | Oct 3, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
My Aunt Ruthie died at age 98 1/2, so she never reached 100, a goal I sensed she hoped for in her healthy years. But she did celebrate birthdays on October 4 every year before then. Some happily in elder days. Other celebrations had mixed results as her...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 19, 2018 | blog, Coming of Age, meditation, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
What are these sisters sitting upon? The location? Era? How are the two photos related? *** Do these pictures evoke a memory for you? suggest a story? Share memories of a special family vacation. The Worldometer registers about six million blog posts being published...
by MarianBeaman | Sep 5, 2018 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations
My brother Mark would have turned 65 last week on August 30, an age that often comes with the privileges of retirement, senior discounts, and leisure. He never reached that milestone here on earth. God called him to his heavenly home on May 22, 2018. On his 64th...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 8, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore
Do you remember . . . a galvanized tub like this? wading in a farm pond? swimming in a “real” pool?
by MarianBeaman | Aug 1, 2018 | blog, book review, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon one can neither resist nor understand. ~ George Orwell Orwell is right about the...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 25, 2018 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
I don’t remember my first birthday. Can anyone recall that far back in time? But I do remember the highchair because all four of us children used it. And I remember the backyard at my parents’ house, the clothesline, and of course the outhouse, in later years guarded...
