by MarianBeaman | Jul 18, 2015 | Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Purple Passage, Quotations, Uncategorized
Calm Thoughts, Relax Here Where we relaxed at the home place, counting cars on a Saturday night, swinging on the porch and eating watermelon! * * * Be grateful for calm skies . . . Forever is composed of nows. (# 690) Emily Dickinson * * * I’m going to enjoy...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 15, 2015 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
Did you grow up country? Can you picture a Dad, brother, or uncle toiling under the torrid July sun in the wheat field? If so, you know that farmers always wore hats with brims. The ruddy-faced farmers I knew in the fifties probably didn’t use Coppertone or any...
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 | Jul 8, 2015 | Coming of Age, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Uncategorized
His yellow tag says: Cheeno Duncan – Host Family: Ray & Ruth Longenecker How would you feel if you were an 8 or 10-year-old from New York City and after a 3-hour train ride landed you in the farm pastures of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, lush but...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 3, 2015 | blog, Family / Nostalgia, popular culture, Uncategorized
You are seeing the thumbnail of an animated card waiting for you over on my Facebook page. The festivities in the town square here are set to the tune of Sousa’s Liberty Bell March. The tune, famous in the 1970s as the theme song for Monty Python’s Flying...
by MarianBeaman | Jul 1, 2015 | blog, Education, Family / Nostalgia, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Travel, Uncategorized
Gladys asks me, “Would you like to drive up to Cataloochee National Park to see the elk sometime this week? We have to go at dusk because that’s when they come out to feed.” I’m quick to respond: “Sounds good to me.” I’ve...
