Monday, May 30, 2016

view from a backyard garden: Memorial Day-Bravery

view from a backyard garden: Memorial Day-Bravery

Memorial Day-Bravery

I just finished reading The Lost Airman by Seth Meyerowitz.

It's the true story of an American top-turret gunner, Arthur Meyerowitz, Seth's grandfather.

 On his second mission, in a B-24 Liberator, the plane was shot down over occupied France.  He was one of only two men on that crew who escaped death or immediate capture after parachuting to the ground.

The bravery and courage of not only Arthur, but of the French people, especially the famed French Resistance, was not only inspiring but extremely challenging.

I'm familiar with the Norwegian Resistance from my family stories.  Of men who skied and hiked over the mountains at night, for contraband rifles and guns.  Returning in the dark to climb trees near their summer house, and hang the weapons high in the branches.  Out of sight to all except those who hid them.  The Nazis hid many of their U-boats in the deep water of the fjords on the coast.

There was a network of brave and courageous men and women who provided safe houses in southern France, shielding fallen US and British airmen from the Gestapo and Vichy government.  The journey to freedom was not only perilous to the airmen but of those that hid them  And many of them, not only the Resistance fighters but local village people, were tortured, beaten, starved, sent to concentration camps and killed, because of their kindness and involvement.

So this Memorial Day I would like to give tribute to those who have given their lives during these wars.  And also to all those civilians who have given their lives to protect them, encourage and guide them and help them.

I hope that I'm as brave and courageous as those I've read about.

The Bible says "Be strong and courageous.  Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."  Joshua 1:9

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Love, Grief, Honor

I started in Genesis again in January.


I'm in 2 Samuel.  The time of the judges ending and beginning of the  kings.

I'm reading over a familiar passage now.  David's lament for Saul and Jonathan.

David speaking after being told that Saul and Jonathan have died in battle.

"The beauty of Israel is slain upon the high places; how are the mighty fallen!  Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.  You mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neithter let there be rain, upon you, nor fields of offerings; for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away. the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil.  From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty.  Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided, they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions........."


Did David say that Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives?

Yes, Jonathan was.  He was David's best friend.  And knew that the Lord had taken the kingdom away from his father, Saul, and given it to David.  And Jonathan still loved David.  He risked his life for David.  He swore an oath to David.

But Saul was lovely and pleasant?

Really Lord?

 The previous chapters tell me that Saul was not pleasant.  At least to David.   He hunted David to kill him.  He threw spears at David in the palace.  He put impossible demands on David to keep a promise of his daughter in marriage.  Saul made David an outlaw.

And yet throughout the narrative of Saul's kingship, David is always honoring him as God's anointed.  David fights the Philistines for Saul, He sings to Saul when Saul is morose and melancholy.  He encourages Saul, is obedient to his demands on David.  David will not let his men kill Saul when the opportunity presents itself.  He always honored Saul as God's anointed.

It's amazing.

We live in an inhospitable world.  Either nature, accidents, illnesses, famines, wars, abuse, anger, difficult relationships at work, home or community put a stress on our ability to live the way the Lord intended.

David, though by no means perfect, gives us a window into love, grief, and honor.


Friday, April 1, 2016



My childhood was in the late 40's and early 50's, so it was vastly different from today.
My parents were married shortly after World War II and I was born two and a half years later.
The times were simple and life was less complex.  Slower as I remember it.

And  my memories of Easters past are more vivid than my Christmas'.

 Easter  was a time when my sisters and I were each bought a new dress.  And a hat and gloves, and a purse and white patent leather shoes.  Actually, it was the only time I can remember that we got new clothes.  School and play clothes just appeared.  But Easter clothes were planned and anticipated.  An exciting time in little girls lives!

Palm Sunday we'd received palms, either made into crosses or just long strains of palms, given in remembrance of a triumphal entry, riding on a donkey.

A big Easter egg hunt for neighborhood children on the front lawn of an estate near our street.

 Easter was special.  We dressed up, more than the average Sunday!  My dad in his suit, which he wore every weekday I can remember, my mom in a dress and my sister and I  had our Easter bonnets on and proudly wore our new white gloves clinging to our purses.  Going  to church and after to our grandparents house for a big Easter dinner.

It was spring!  The hyacinths and daffodils were blooming, dogwoods were arrayed with blossoms, and the forsythias, were yellow mounds in hedges.

It was Easter!

This year, 2016, we had almost all our immediate family up for the weekend.

Big doings!  Family from Atlanta, Long Island, and Canton.  Good Friday and Easter church services, and a baby shower somehow fit in between..

And  I have the grown up Jesus now.

 A realization again that this, this birth, this life, this death and this resurrection, is my life.  His magnificent obsession in preparing a way for us, for me, back to the Father.   The grief, alienation and abandonment not only of his family and  his followers but of his Father;for me, for all.  His gentleness and kindness as Mary, a woman, is the first to see him resurrected.  His revealing himself to a few, his disciples, then more than 500.  His revealing himself to me.

Easter will continue to be my wonderful childhood recollections, of dresses and gloves, of  Easter baskets and candy, of family and spring.  Of pictures of Jesus coming to Jerusalem, of the cross, of  the three crosses, of the empty tomb.  Of newness and life.  Easter is not an intelligent understanding now, but a relationship with my Savior.   A deep commitment to a person who gave me life, gave me hope, gave me gifts, gave me family, gave me forever.

Monday, October 12, 2015


The sky fell to the ground today.

I've never seem it so dense.

The fog,

The mist.

The clouds around my feet.

The trees were shadows and their tops were invisible.

But sneak peeks of red and yellow, green and orange poked through.

The lake a mirage and the roads obscured.

And it felt invasive.  Pervasive.

And then it was gone.


Sunday, September 20, 2015


Fall came a day early this year.

It's September 20th, 2015 and according to the calendar, the last day of summer.

But it arrived today, after a lengthy long hot summer, spreading it's cool crispness, and chilly breezes. The sky was filled with swiftly moving clouds and the daylight is rapidly decreasing.  And I wore sweaters appropriately for the season, and the dark fall clothes are now gracing my closet and dresser drawers.

It's been a long, hot summer.  Lingering long into September.  Just last week the temperatures were in the upper eighties, strange for the North Country here.

The green peppers are still going strong in the garden and pots.

This has been a year for green peppers, sunny, hot weather long into what we would normally call fall. I subjected all my NYC children to pans of stuffed peppers!

 Everything else, except for the beets, is done in the garden.  Well, we do have to dig the rest of the potatoes, but I'm waiting for my younger friends to come and enjoy that experience!  We pulled the tomato plants out a couple weeks ago, but now comes the task of getting the vines and dead plants out  and preparing the garden for it's winter rest.

It's been busy at the Inn and Lake this past spring and summer.  And I'm looking forward to buttoning down "camp" and gardens.  And concentrating on my Inn guests and planning the rehearsal dinner in Ohio.

Fall sometimes come with a bit of sadness.

The end of a season of growth and light.  Newness and beginnings.  Energy and expression.

A settling in.

A preparing for.

A time for color and change.  A time of soup and hearty food.

An almost quiet time.