by MarianBeaman | Oct 29, 2014 | Education, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, neighborhood, Nostalgia, Quotations, Uncategorized
Ten years ago grandsons Patrick and Curtis were one-year-olds at Hallowe’en. In October 2004 they lived far away from us in Chicago. Fortunately, their parents captured snapshots of them in costume, Curtis a pumpkin and Patrick, Tigger, both in store-bought...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 25, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Reflection, Uncategorized
My Mother Ruth Landis Metzler was a simple girl who grew up on a farm near Lititz, Pennsylvania and attended Erb’s Mennonite Church. As a young woman, she wore plain clothing and never cut her hair. Her adornment was of the biblical kind as the Apostle Paul...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 22, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, meditation, Mennonite History, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Tips, Uncategorized
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity. Emily Dickinson was referring to the morning after the death of a loved...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 18, 2014 | Family / Nostalgia, Literature, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Quotations, Travel, Uncategorized
3 Snapshots from Memory Aunt Ruthie Longenecker takes us to Philadelphia, my first recollection of a train trip. I feel the rocking motion of the Pennsylvania Rail Road train car we occupy, the clickety-clack of the wheels on the rails, and the prize of the big city...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 15, 2014 | Lists, Literature, Purple Passage, Quotations, Uncategorized
LEAVES Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. – Albert Camus Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. – Jim Bishop Quotation, noun: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another. – Ambrose Bierce...
by MarianBeaman | Oct 11, 2014 | Education, Family / Nostalgia, Memory, Mennonite Lore, Nostalgia, Tips, Uncategorized
Just behind my desk, a wicker table holds three hat-boxes: One is floral, another has a repeating Tuscan scene and the third is transparent, the contents held taut by pale blue gossamer fabric. All are chock full of memorabilia from days gone by. All three, a type of...
