by MarianBeaman | Aug 26, 2015 | blog, book review, Coming of Age, Conflict, Education, Literature, Recipes, Uncategorized
I bought this portable meal, a Lunchables, to give to a homeless person. So why is it still sitting in my refrigerator? Last week I planned to give this lunch to the next person I saw holding a “Hungry & Homeless – Will you Help?” sign as I waited in my car for...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 11, 2015 | blog, Coming of Age, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Nostalgia, Recipes, Tips, Uncategorized
First of all, there was no parade and no song. But there was a plate. A plate of cupcakes. I can show you the plate, but the cupcakes are missing. Why? Because our grandchildren ate them all up. In fact the two older boys ate theirs up seconds after they landed on the...
by MarianBeaman | Jun 13, 2015 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Recipes, Uncategorized
The Corn Palace Bird beaks peck away at grains of corn on the walls of The Corn Palace. Still, the murals created with several colors of dried corn and grain arrest the eye. On our trip West we visited this grand monument to farmers and the grain industry they...
by MarianBeaman | May 30, 2015 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Gratitude, Recipes, Tips, Uncategorized
Grand-daughter Jenna and I decided to make a rainbow cake on Memorial Day weekend. We were hoping for a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but the cake-making process wasn’t that easy! Here’s our step-by-step process with a few glitches noted: First,...
by MarianBeaman | May 6, 2015 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Kiev Ukraine, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Recipes, Uncategorized
Yummy Recipe Last week I was in the kitchen with my nearly vintage Mennonite Community Cookbook (1978) creased open to page 155 where I checked out the recipe for sautéed (Okay, I’ll admit, it’s fried!) egg-plant. Hours later when my new and improved Mennonite...
by MarianBeaman | May 2, 2015 | blog, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Recipes, Uncategorized
Grandma and I in the Rhubarb Patch It’s me, pigtails flapping in the May breezes, skipping beside Grandma toward the rhubarb patch. Behind Grandma’s house toward the woods a thick nest of rhubarb stalks stands sentinel over a ridge facing the twelve sweet...
