by MarianBeaman | Aug 30, 2017 | blog, Cliff Beaman artist, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
Found: a Forgotten Keepsake “Hey, look what I found, Marian.” My sister Janice ceremoniously lifted a booklet from a plastic bin in Aunt Ruthie’s attic and pushed it toward me so I could have a closer look. I recognized the cover, handmade of Valentine cutouts and...
by MarianBeaman | Aug 23, 2017 | blog, Neighborhood / Environment, Quotations, Travel, Uncategorized
No, I’m not looking through rose-colored glasses. Even with an iPhone lens, British Columbia really does look this wonderful in the summertime. Flowers frolic in the sun and shadowy woods with sun-dappled trees beckon hikers. We visited Vancouver and Victoria,...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 19, 2017 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, popular culture, Tips, Uncategorized
Would you like to play with glow-in-the-dark markers or kinetic sand while cozied up in a room that may include black lighting, music, and the vibrant color indigo? Indigo, the color psychologists say is associated with intuition and self-expression, is a combination...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 12, 2017 | Mennonite History, Uncategorized
This post is wordless, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have thoughts to share. What do you think of the couple’s expressions? Postures? Do you have a similar photo in a family album? Coming next: Indigo and Other Colors, Sarah...
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 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...
