by MarianBeaman | Apr 5, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
* Poem for Easter – British poet George Herbert loved to explore the soul’s inner architecture. He often wrote poems with shapes representing a theme, the resurrection in this case. The poetic lines, “increasing and decreasing to imitate...
by MarianBeaman | Apr 2, 2014 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
Easter eggs on the farm? Why sure – Fresh eggs from Aunt Sue’s chicken pen, popped into her kettle of water brought to a boil in the kitchen. And then in short order, eggs cooling on the counter soon ready for us to paint. With paint wands made of little wisps of...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 29, 2014 | Amish, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
When I bring 5-pound bags of Wenger’s famous ham-loaf frozen from Pennsylvania to Florida, the plastic-coated tubs of meat are wrapped in newspaper and then shrink-wrapped in plastic. The wrapping on one of the packages revealed answers to the intriguing question: Who...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 17, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
Writing a blog post is magical–right? Words appear in the right order and photos sift down from above and settle into a nifty niche between paragraphs. Well, sort of . . . When I created the post Mennonites, Ventrlloquists, and Memoir, 3 things happened in...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 12, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Lists, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
10 ways I’m like (or unlike) my Grandma Longenecker 1. She started fancy and turned plain. I reversed the cycle, plain to fancy. 2. She always wore black laced-up shoes with heels to do housework. For me, it’s tennis shoes in winter and sandals in the summer. No...
by MarianBeaman | Mar 5, 2014 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
Looking at indistinct footage from 16 millimeter home movies of the 1950s has invited me to examine from a distance the much younger, and in many ways different, version of myself. Not surprisingly, I appear in the “mothering” mode in many of the shots. I...
