by MarianBeaman | Dec 7, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, meditation, Memory, Nostalgia, Purple Passage, Reflection, Uncategorized
HOPE Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul. Emily Dickinson Hope is like a road in the country. There never was a road, but when many people traveled it, it came into existence. Lyn Yutang Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there...
by MarianBeaman | Dec 4, 2013 | Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
My Marriage in Vacuum Cleaners My mom still has the same vacuum cleaner she’s had for decades, a blue, bullet-shaped machine with a snorkel hose at one end. Think of a mechanical Dachshund, a hot dog with a waist-line problem. “It still does the...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 23, 2013 | Education, Nostalgia, Reflection, Tips, Uncategorized
Tennis, touch football, swimming, sailing, horse-back riding . . . if it involved action, the Kennedy clan, including our 35th President, were at it! Though President Kennedy suffered from severe back pain, he was often photographed participating in sports. Through...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 16, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Reflection, Uncategorized
My mother and I are waiting in Doctor Garber’s examining room, which always has a sharp smell of rubbing alcohol. She’s the patient, and I’m with her sitting on a chair eyeing the metal tray holding at least a dozen tiny vials, so cute they look like they could fit in...
by MarianBeaman | Nov 6, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
Facebook asks boldly, “Do you want to post this on your wall?” meaning do you want this information available to your Facebook friends? Obviously, walls in the 1950s were not electronic. The only walls we knew then were made of plaster. But more on that...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 19, 2013 | Coming of Age, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
“Going Home, going home, I’m just going home . . . .” William Arms Fisher wrote a spiritual tune with nostalgic lyrics adapted from the famous largo in Dvorak’s 9th Symphony that hints of going home “through an open door.” Last Saturday I walked through the...
