by MarianBeaman | Dec 12, 2018 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
I have a quilted green robe. It feels like silk, but the fabric is probably rayon. It has hung on a bathroom hook for a long, long time. It has a history My mother-in-law gave me this robe as a Christmas gift before our children were born. It came...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 5, 2018 | blog, British History, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Do you remember where you were when . . . President Kennedy was assassinated? The Challenger exploded? Planes hit the Twin Towers in New York City? You can probably easily call up your surroundings when these cataclysmic events happened. But you most likely don’t...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 21, 2018 | meditation, Memory, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
This post was first published for Thanksgiving 2013, the year I began blogging. I did not know many of you as friends then, so I’m posting this again for our season of gratitude in 2018, keeping in mind those victims of California wildfires and senseless...
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 12, 2018 | blog, Coming of Age, Conflict, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Daddy & I and the Big Truck I raced across the porch and jumped up into the big truck. Daddy and I headed up through Harrisburg past the street where sometimes we picked up big farm equipment like a tractor or combine. Today the truck pointed north...
