She's Got the Blues!

My little great niece Rainey is the sweetest little girl! She smiles all the time

 and is so happy go lucky!

However, I guess everyone has to have the "blues"!

For the Love of Books

 I have two nieces who love to read.  Kayla, above, is in second grade and reads at a fifth grade level.  She's into chapter books, and one of her favorite things to do is curl up with a good read.

If my niece Claire gets a book for any occasion, all other gifts go by the wayside

 and she's in book heaven. 

Good for both of you my little ladies!

A Shadow on My Curtain

Next Time You're Told To Keep Your Fork.....

Woman and a Fork
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.

She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.

Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.

'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.. 'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.
'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'

The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked. 'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.

The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone Would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'

So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork ..the best is yet to come.'

The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation He had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.

He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. Cherish the time you have, and the memories you share. Being friends with someone is not an opportunity, but a sweet responsibility.

And just remember...keep your fork!

The BEST is yet to come!

 

Witches and Scattergories!

Each October, my sisters and I go to our friend and adopted sisters home for a small Halloween get together. For every year, Nancy picks a different theme. This time our theme was Witches Hats. We each had to decorate a hat, and would be judged on the best. This time though, there was no judging as they all turned out so well.

Wendy, doning her hat, holds our friend Carrie's hat. She was unable to attend, but had bought a hat for the occasion! It sang "I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me' while the eyes twirled!

 

Nancy created this hat in purples. It turned out awesome!

This is a picture of her hat from the back. It was adorned with feathers and spiders.

My sister Kathy crazy quilted her hat, "wow" describes her hat best!

A close up shows the spiders she created from beads and wire! They were awesome!

This is the hat I made, I wanted to make it like a fall harvest that I could also use on the table as a fall 

centerpiece. Some things were bought at the dollar store, others were gathered from my yard.

We played Scattergories, Nancy always makes up her own catagories depending on the occasion. As always, another great time! Next years theme? You'll just have to wait a year to find out! Let's just say it's going to be mounds of fun!

Sphyx Sphacts

Hello ladies Kathy works with!

Now I know you think I'm a little on the homely side, 

but let me tell you a little bit about me! 

I am a  sphyx cat, a french breed.

I've been described as the "part monkey, part dog,

part child, and part cat, breed, as we have traits of each!

We are a very mischievous breed, very loyal to our humans as we follow them around and even wag our tales. Just ask my human, she'll totally agree!  We are highly intelligent and very trainable.

I am a heterozygous sphyx, as I possess only one copy of the hairless gene, which means 

I do have more hair than the homozygous sphyx which has two.

We aren't more wrinkled than any other cat, you just can't see them because they have fur!

Since we are the only breed that perspires through our skin,

we require regular baths, unless you want to your clothes

to be colored in a brilliant shade of orange!

Our breed has a fine down that feels like a soft suede.

Yes, we aren't the cat for everyone, I mean we do have a face that only a mother could love

I've heard.  But as far as cats go, I'd have to say that our breed is not only

the most unique in appearance, but in my Mom's opinion, 

I'm the most lovable and intelligent cat there is!

Willow Winds

This week-end, my sister Marti and I went to my brother's for his fall Michigan Outdoor Survival Skills class. (M.O.S.S.)  Classes were offered in making cordage, edible plant walk, birch bark baskets, and bow drill to start a fire. The colors were amazing, as can be seen above, with my brother and other class members walking down the path from the cabin.

We met in the workshop to work on our baskets, and I took some pictures

 of the many things that are my brother.

This old pot belly stove came from the round house where my father worked on the railroad. When they tore down the building, he got the stove, then it went to Jay for his work shop. A perfect fit!

Deer, buffalo, and bear hides hand from the ceiling after being tanned.

A wooden bowl and spoon wait to be finished.

Paddles and snowshoes which he makes, and a hide hang in the doors.

Marti and I cutting out the patterns on birch to make our baskets.

She looks through the spruce roots for the perfect one to sew up the basket.  In the background 

is David, or as I called him, the Greek God.  Now I don't know if he is Greek or not, but

hey, it's my truth!

He was very proud to show off his completed basket, which really did turn out wonderful!

We had a fantastic time.  Even though it poured all week-end, the atmosphere and the company

more than made up for it.  I put my basket on the bookshelf that has my brother's picture, 

the two baskets he made for me, and the one I made.
If you haven't seen any posts about my brother, you can visit
his website, Willow Winds.