by MarianBeaman | Aug 16, 2017 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Memory, Nostalgia
Once again, the attic at the Longenecker house has yielded up its treasures, all flat and light-weight, ensuring I will not lapse into collecting piles of stuff in my own home any time soon. So help me, God! All these artifacts are dated 1967, a very good year, the...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 9, 2017 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, popular culture
Dolly Parton stands larger than life in American pop culture. While Cliff and I are enjoying time away to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary, Dolly has agreed to entertain you. Her Story The cover story in Closer magazine, August 29, 2016 featured “Dolly...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 26, 2017 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Nostalgia, Quotations
How We Stood On Saturday, August 5, 1967, Cliff and I stood before the pastor of Calvary Presbyterian Church in Charlotte, North Carolina and pledged our troth with words adapted from the Book of Common Prayer. As we stood, we promised before God to love and cherish ....
by MarianBeaman | Jul 5, 2017 | blog, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
Sally, my colleague and hall-mate is standing by my office door, “Professor Beaman, you are wanted in the lunchroom.” I reply, “Oh, please give me 10 minutes.” A student and I are in my office discussing end-of-term work. Another is leaning against the wall outside my...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 28, 2017 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia
The website Letgo.com boosts: “Make money selling what you don’t need and find great deals nearby.” The service provides an outlet for getting rid of old appliances, furniture and cars. What this service doesn’t refer to is the emotional toll of letting go of family...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 21, 2017 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Memory, Mennonite History, Nostalgia, Tips, Uncategorized
The three women are my sisters and I. The dumpster deposited for three weeks at my Aunt Ruthie’s house on Anchor Road was 30 feet long. Or should I say “is”? Weeks ago, a husky guy with an extra-long tow truck carted off the mammoth container filled to the brim, but...
