Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Silence



My last peep has flown away back to the city. The others had left earlier, back to life at 34, a small cabin in New Hampshire and the last two weeks of an adventure in the midwest.

And there is silence here.

As I sit here gazing at the fire with the two remaining dogs snuggled in beside me on the couch, there is quiet in the house. Quiet here echoing the quiet of the snowy outside where blankets of snow muffle the sound of traffic and noises of the neighborhood.

Life seems to have stopped after the whirlwind activity of the last month. The month before Christmas is packed with a frenzy of baking. Getting out recipes penned in my mom's handwriting, and baking those traditional things that bring back memories of times and people. Plans for parties, decorating the tree and the dining room, setting lights in the windows to welcome back those who have been away, arranging my cheerful snowmen all around the kitchen to keep me company while cooking, shopping for stockings and presents, and rearranging bedrooms for homecoming family.

I do not mind the silence now. Christmas is over and now is the time for serenity and reflection and anticipation about the year ahead.

There are still reminders of a wonderful month lingering here. I will leave the tree up a bit longer and the table will remain set with the Wedgwood and holiday goblets. And I will continue to light the myriad of candles around the house each night, to enjoy their flickering light and comforting presence.

January is a stretch of peace. I do not go out much forced by the weather and choice to stay put in this warm abode. Organizational and cleaning projects will command some time and energy though.

And as I sit here enjoying the fire and looking at over 200 pictures appearing on my new digital photo frame, I once again learn the lesson of old photographs.

Cherish the day.

They are passing on quickly.





Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Spirit of Christ

This is an excerpt from Andrew Murray's, The Spirit of Christ.

"There were two things that John the Baptist preached concerning the person of Christ. The one was, that He was the Lamb of God that taketh away the sin of the world. The other, that He would baptize His disciples with the Holy Ghost and with fire. The Blood of the Lamb, and the Baptism of the Spirit, were the two central truths of his creed and his preaching. They are, indeed, inseparable; the Church cannot do her work in power, nor can her exalted Lord be glorified in her, except as the Blood as the foundation-stone, and the Spirit as the cornor-stone, are fully preached.

This has not at all times been done even among those who heartily accept Scripture as their guide. The preaching of the Lamb of God, of His suffering and atonement, of pardon and peace through Him, is more easily apprehended by the understanding of man, and can more speedily influence his feelings, than the more inward spiritual truth of the baptism, and indwelling, and guidance of the Holy Spirit. The pouring out of the blood took place upon earth, it was something visible and outward, and, in virtue of the types, not altogether unintelligible. The pouring out of the Spirit was in heaven, a Divine and hidden mystery. The shedding of the blood was for the ungodly and rebellious; the gift of the Spirit, for the loving and obedient disciple. It is no wonder, when the life of the Church is not in very intense devotion to her Lord, that the preaching and the faith of the Baptism of the Spirit should find less entrance than that of redemption and forgiveness."

Jesus gives us what he received himself. We receive the Spirit, joy and power, wisdom, courage and holiness is rooted in us. "It is the Personal Spirit of Christ making Him present within us, always abiding in the heart in the power of His glorified nature, as He is exalted above every enemy."

It gives us courage to face this new year, with all it's hidden challenges and potential victories.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Memories and Traditions/ Music and Songs/ Friendship and Food/ Glory and Praise



"For unto us a child is born, a son is given.."

Unto to us a child is born. That's what the Word says. Usually when a baby is born one says, "Sue and Matt had a baby girl" The child was born to them.. But this special baby was born to us, not just Mary and Joseph, the shepherds, the wise men or the house of Israel. He was born to us, and we needed him. No rule book could give us what we needed and no behavioral modification course could control our issues.

We needed this child whose birth we now celebrate this Friday.

We needed a savior. And God sent his son.

So we glory in His glory in our lives this season.





Friendship and food, so closely connected. Lots of parties and lots of wonderful delicious food. A new game introduced, Mexican Train Game. I highly recommend this group, family game. So much fun!

Eight lovely guys, almost nine but one had to work, and three girls for breakfast Sunday morning. Strata and homemade applesauce and the introduction, to those not in the immediate family, of fresh Swedish limpa toasted with mounds of butter. Yum! They all loved it and Ben is going back to his Swedish Grandmother to ask about this new breakfast treat.

We've seen wonderful friends and family this month and, and long for the time when we will not be so far apart for extended periods of time.




Decorating a gym for a wedding. A transformation of trees, lights and candles. Two young people in love and so anxious to start their lives together. So much fun to see their excitment and anticipation of a new life together, forever.





Celebrations all through the month. A house decorated in anticipation of happy events, friendships celebrated and traditions continued. A home reaching out to embrace family and friends in memories and love, commitment and joy.





Shopping in new cities this year. At first disappointment that New York City was not an option this year since the whole city is appointed in it's finery for Christmas and I love every bit of it. But we got to visit a new city this Christmas and we were quite impressed with their version of a city decked out for the holidays. Lovely lights everywhere and at the end of the square a regal church showing us the real reason for the season.






And a tree. Not our usual huge tree, right to our 12 foot ceilings, but a nice tree. Elizabeth called it our see-through tree. But it's ours. This tree decked out in lights and glass bulbs, smelling of the forest. Clean and fragrant. Beautiful. And packages gathering at its base. Gifts, not quite gold and myrrh but tangible expressions of love for family and friends. A tree is appropriate. It foretells of another tree, not lovely and gracious but vicious, hard and bloody yet necessary to bring what we need. Freedom and belonging. A reconnection to our royal heritage, bought by a Father and Son who loved us so. Sonship, victory, hope, and a new life.

Thank you, Father, for this child born unto us and continuing to reach down through the ages to transform lives and bring grace and peace to all men.

Monday, December 7, 2009

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

My favorite time of the year. Christmas!

And it seems like we are getting ready for it earlier and earlier.

My grandparents put the Christmas tree up on Christmas Eve and everyone was surprised the next morning.

Now we are putting our Christmas tree up at the beginning of December.

Times change.

Thanksgiving was quickly swept away on Friday and bins were brought down and Christmas decorations were put up. Some in their old familiar spots while others received new places. The window candles were in place before Thanksgiving to welcome the family back from their present locations. But now loads of candles and miniature white lights peaked out of every room. We Scandinavians love light in all forms. I guess from our nearly three months of almost total darkness. And for me, it reminds me, Jesus is the Light of the World!

My Study Club came on Tuesday and I wanted them to enjoy all the Victorian decorations that the old Italianate has come to wear beautifully.





The wonderful smell of pine greets those who enter in the back way. The swag on the banister will have to wait a couple of more days. I do want it to last until December 25th. But candles and oil lamps give the evenings a wonderful glow. A welcoming to come in out of the cold. And yes, we have snow and it looks so pretty. The first collection. However, winter lasts a long time here in the North Country so I try to remember this feeling of wonder as the flakes fall. Spring has to fight to get her season here.




A wreath on the new garden shed. I think next year lights will adorn the beautiful edifice. The herbs are still growing nicely inside. We had fresh oregano, parsley and rosemary tonight.





Looking forward to a wonderful season of family, friends and neighbors in the house this season. Luncheons to host and concerts to attend. Gifts to be purchased and if possible a trip to New York City to see the city all decked out in its finery.

The church is decorated. The holiday orchestra has started and Christmas carols are being sung. A wedding is anticipated and two sons will be home for the holidays.

And on Thursday, a concert- The Vienna Boys Choir. Yes, all the way up here in remote Northern New York.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I Had A Dream

I had a dream a couple of weeks ago.

I was walking along somewhere by myself.

As I was walking down this path, I came across Christian Skoglund and began to speak with him. It seemed to me that we were in some sort of forest and he was sitting on a stump. We were having a wonderful conversation when I finally realized that he was not dead. It dawned on me....

I started jumping up and down, laughing and crying and shouting, "You are not dead! You are not dead! You're here."

He looked at me and laughed and said, "Oh course, I'm not dead!".

And then I woke up.

I was startled. It was so real.

I've been thinking about this dream for some time now.

Wondering.

Death is never natural, even for those like my folks who died in their eighties and lived wonderful, love filled lives. I sometimes feel that I have lost the words, mom and dad, forever, and at those times I can hardly bear it. But it was never meant to be like that. Those left behind, experiencing such excruciating pain and loss. And for those who die young, no, we can not explain that at all. Taken in the prime of their lives.... but we just know it is not right. And we are left wondering why, and what now to do with a life void of that person.


Perhaps we are too focused on this present life. Could that be? This the reality that we know. Here. Now. Flesh and blood. Twenty-four hours.

For me especially, I know the joy of planning and organizing. Having a list and getting through it and feeling so good about goals achieved. A calender filled with events, good ones, that include friends and neighbors, family and community.

We, or should I say I, am not cognizant enough of the fact that life lies endlessly before us in the kingdom of God. We are so attached to this life, what we see and feel, what we try to accomplish, our goals and aspirations for ourselves and our children. Our lives are here and now and we are not anticipating the banquet that is being prepared for us. This is our life, in the here and now, and we are busy arranging it.

For all of us, young and old, this is just the beginning of our lives. We will keep on living and learning, working on things we love, and experiencing real beauty and joy. We have a lot to look forward to. A vast world to explore, people to meet and loved ones to reconnect with. Glory is going to be revealed in us. That's a promise. We are going to a place that perfectly fits us. Fits our gifts, fits our talents, our loves, our personality traits and quirks, our pleasures and our hopes.

And it will be wonderful.

"Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it does not appear what we shall be, but we know, when he shall appear, we shall be like him, and we shall see him as he is." I John 2.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Different

Another year has past.

Last year we were all together on an island. Just our family. Together. With thoughts and tears, comfort and hope, rememberances and sighs.

This year everyone, a different place; Kentucky, South Carolina, New York City, Hawaii, Canton.

We talk on the phone, remember times. This is a day, an anniversary. It is really just a day like all the rest have been since. But it is the anniversary of the beginning of days.

And again we wonder why.

Friday, November 6, 2009

Again

I stood in front of the television.  And I knew.

Another base.  Another tragedy.

Feelings of tension, fear, hopeful faith, tears, agony, hearts broken, trips taken to Texas, calls to family and friends, plans and preparations that you don't want to make.

And lives changed forever.

Wives and parents.  Siblings, cousins and friends.  Their lives changed forever because you can never go back to the past moments and memories that you want to become permanent in this new reality.

There will always be a hole, a gap which can not be filled.

And it was certainly senseless.

I cried for the families of Fort Hood. 

We experienced that two years ago almost to the day that this tragedy occurred.  We know what is happening on the base to the families that were involved.  If there is one thing that the Army does right it is honoring their dead.  But they can't bring them back which is what we want them to do.

So I pray.

God send them people who know you. Let this be their revelation; "God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all."

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A Step Forward

No, the conservative did not win in the special election. We came close, less than four thousand votes between the two candidates. But for this next year, the 23rd district will be represented by a Democrat.

We are still instructed to pray for Mr. Owen. And I hope that we take that responsibility seriously. Just because Mr. Hoffman did not win  does not negate our responsibility to pray for those in authority over us.

I grew up in a family who was always interested in politics. They were knowledgeable about the issues and passionate about their concerns involving government. They read newspapers and listened to the then limited newscast on the 6:00pm news program. And they had common sense back in the days when they remembered what it was like to go through the great depression. We had lively conversations around the dinner table and I vividly remember sitting at my grandmother's long dinning room table, many times, listening intently to my grandparents, aunts and uncles discuss politics. Sometimes heatedly. Even when our Norwegian relatives came for visits they participated in various discussions on elections and the direction of a particular administration.

I think we have awakened to the fact that we have to be involved in the life of our country. That the responsibility for the direction that our country is up to us, both to pray and to be actively involved. I'm sure there are many people that the Lord is calling into the political sphere. And I don't think we should be afraid to enter in. "Politics is dirty, it's nasty, they play hardball, you can't get anywhere by being nice and doing right." Says who? I love proverb 24:10, If you faint in the day of adversity, your strength is small.

I was really intrigued that this man, Mr. Hoffman, who is nothing to look at and is certainly not charismatic engaged the entire nation. We were engaged with him before Sarah Palin and Dick Armey endorsed him. We didn't need the RNC to validate our thoughts about this candidate. His candidacy was already rolling along in the North Country before the big wigs came here to lend their support.

I knew that the opposition was really nervous about Mr. Hoffman's unbelievable success when they started running ruthless smear commercials during the last week of the campaign. The term "radical right" was thrown around in every commercial. What is so radical about fiscal responsibility, not killing unborn babies and believing in traditional marriage between a man and a woman? I'm encouraged that he did not retaliate.

I thought his speech last night was encouraging so I'm including it here for those that continue to read my blog.

" America has changed, and you have helped. Although we did not succeed in winning this election, we have succeeded in making sure political parties and special interests no longer take the people for granted. I believe we have sent a powerful message and laid the groundwork for future conservative campaigns.

I congratulate Bill Owens on a hard won victory. In our tradition of free elections our country continues. And although Bill Owens has won, I believe America is turning the page to a new dawn.

The idea of freedom, sound fiscal management and citizen government have sprung back into our consciousness. Our foundling fathers would have been proud of New York 23. It was here that our principles, those that have been the foundation of our nation, came back to life with a vengeance. And it was here that the people rose up against the political bosses who tried to impose their will. It was here that people reached out to control their own destinies again.

Despite the election results, I am optimistic for our future, because now I know that I am not alone in wanting to repair our great nation. Throughout this campaign I have been inspired by the outpouring of support and the intensity of that support.

I've met many different people in this campaign, from many walks of life and many professions; each with a different personal story to share. Yet we are all united in the belief that by participating in democracy, we could inspire change.

I urge that no one feel defeated, for this was only one of many elections. We came close, we put our agenda in front of the nation and the nation took notice. The worse thing we could do now, is not continue forward. Next year there are other elections and other candidates who have drawn inspiration from our efforts.

I would like to thank all of you who placed your faith in me, who worked tirelessly and shared your enthusiasm with those around you. You are patriots, you have stood up for your country and I'm honored to stand among you."

Doug Hoffman

Monday, November 2, 2009

The 23rd District

This little known area of the Empire State will have the eyes of the nation fixed on it tomorrow.

John McHugh, our former congressman, was tapped for the Secretary of the Army by President Obama. And that caused a vacancy in the Congress and the reason for this special election in the 23rd district.

It seems that perhaps our notion of the way we do government maybe changing and it may be starting in the most obscure area of the country, here in upstate New York. We seem to be saying we do not want so much government involvement in our lives. And we are certainly not happy with the spending our government is currently involved in and the deficits that it has run up.

Doug Hoffman is not much to look at and he doesn't speak with ease. He is not a natural politician; not polished, not smooth, not charismatic. He's a businessman, a CPA, who owns his own company. He knows fiscal responsibility. He came from humble beginnings. He was raised by a single parent in Saranac Lake. He has been in the military. He believes that marriage is between a man and a woman and is against abortion. He is simple and straightforward. And he has engaged the people of the north country. In just three short weeks this obscure man has become known all over the nation and by all the poll analyasis he is in the lead.

I'm glad to see that more and more people are getting interested in politics. It's important. We are instructed to pray for our leaders so that they would have wisdom and we could lead quiet and peacable lives.

I'm praying that God would have his way in these elections, and that people would come out and vote which is our civic responsibility.

We'll see. We'll see. This time tomorrow night we should know.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Worship

On Sunday, I went to a beautiful worship service in Kansas City, with my neice.

And I saw a dear friend dance with her team as she worshiped the Lord with her gift, beauty and grace.

Friday, October 9, 2009

It's Fall



It's fall. And we are scurrying around here putting everything in it's place. Preparation for our severe winters here is important.

The screens are out and the storms are mostly in. The huge ladder needs to be deployed in order to reach the last six windows.

The wood has been ordered and a place for stacking near the side door is prepared.

The summer clothes are removed to distant dressers and closets; sweaters, vests, boots and jackets have taken their places.

The gardens are slowly being put to bed for the long winter. But we are still waiting for special garlic bulbs to arrive so they can get a start in the garden over the winter. The herbs are still going strong for another month or so in the potting shed.

And the summer outdoor furniture, both at home and at camp, is being stored in barns and under tarps. The boats have been winterized and washed. The kayaks and canoe decommissioned for another season. The tubes have been deflated and the water skiis and wakeboard safely stowed inside. The camp is having it's water drained tomorrow. But the raking of the leaves will have to wait for another week or two. It seems late this year, but the trees are holding onto their fall foliage and I think we may be raking in the snow.

The colors are magnificent and startling.

And the Fall and Thanksgiving decorations have come out to remind us; God is good and His mercy endures forever.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Unveiling.....

It's finished and in service.

I now have one very cute house color coordinated potting shed.



Behind the pear tree, and on the right side of the shed, will be white day lilies, white iris and white daffodils this spring and summer. The bulbs are already safely in the ground.



We have a couple of long shelves that need to go up on this side of the building; For my future seedling..... in about five months.



I already started to propagate some boxwood. If all goes as planned, I'll nurture my stock for a few years and then pass them around to interested boxwood fans.



Too bad winter is already setting in up here in the north country. I've had to have a tiny bit of heat on and off the last week.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Under Siege

I have never seen so many policemen in my life.

I didn't think there were that many policemen in the world!

For that matter, I have never seen so many secret service people, foreign and domestic. And outside, on the streets, the white and blue police cars, vans, trucks, motorcycles, and tow trucks in the city, too numerous to count,; black suburbans and black town cars were the car of choice this week.

I had been in New York City a couple of years ago when then President Bush addressed the General Assembly. I had unfortunately not tuned into the fact that the UN was in session and foolishly driven into the city. It took me over two hours just to drive across town!

The security was tight then but nothing compared to the security this year.

I had to be in the city for some scans, blood work and doctors appointments at the beginning of the week. This time I chose to stay in Westchester and take the train down each day. Smart choice!

Our apartment is one block down from the Waldorf Astoria and Intercontinental Hotels, where the President and other foreign dignitares stay. And we were under siege.

Sunday began the unannounced removal of all cars, legally parked on 49th. And the concrete barriers and steel barriers were installed all around 49th and 50th on Lexington and Park. No one was allowed through. Five policemen on every corner. And men in ill fitting dark suits, all with ear pieces and shirt sleeve two way radios. All lurking, watching, walking, observing, assessing potential danger. All on high alert.



Surveillance for this event, is set up just outside our apartment. One white van which can not be looked into. But something very special on the inside. The K9 unit did its patrolling of the blocks around the area. And one day a U Haul van showed up for the whole day which surprised me. The doorman said that really wasn't a functional U Haul, but a decoy. Our street was lined with police cars and black suburbans carrying stern looking men with bulges on their sides. Police motorcycles were stationed around the corner.





The Waldorf and Intercontinental were completely cordoned off. And one could not walk down 49th street. Armies of black police tow trucks were lined up in case something had to be dragged off the street quickly. Police were even guarding newspapers stands and restaurants.



A couple hundred Tibetans were loudly protesting for their right to be free. They set up under great police scrutiny down the block on Park, where all dignitaries would be driven on their way to the UN.





I left on Tuesday via Grand Central Station. That historic and beautiful structure was guarded by yet another security force. The Army. Yes, it was the Army's job to secure and protect this grand old lady and her guests. Guarding every entrance to every street and every avenue. They had their pistols strapped to their legs and flack jackets protecting their chests. No automatic weapons though. I guess they didn't want to really scare all the commuters and visitors that were passing through that magnificent building each day.

Those three days were filled with sights and sounds. I heard so many different languages, nothing new in New York City but there seemed to be so many more different dialects. Yes, the Chinese, Spanish, French and German were present but I heard some language that seemed to have no vowels at all. And others that seemed to be so sweet and mellow with beautiful intonations. At the grocery store, Monday night, I heard some Scandinavian language has I perused the aisles.



But the real event, for me, was the drive down and back through the Adirondacks. They are beginning to dress themselves for their most spectacular event of the year, Fall. Their jewels are being attached now; the reds, golds, yellows, burnt umber, crimsons and oranges sparkled against the lovely shades of greens they were all wearing. At their feet, the crystal clear blue waters of their lakes. I don't think there is a more glorious sight in the world then the Adirondacks in the fall.



And at home, the last of my pink zinnias!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Eyelashes and Potting Shed

I know it's not that most critical issue in the world but I'm loosing my eyelashes again and some of my hair.

Sigh!

On the other hand, the greenhouse/potting shed came out so cute. I would post a picture but have lost my cord to the computer. When I either find it or get a new one I will post some pictures of the shed the the huge amount of butternut squash that grew in the garden this year. No tomatoes, victims of the blight, but plenty of cucumbers and butternut squash.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Psalm 144

We had a discussion about Psalm 144 a few years ago.

He and I.

He had used this Psalm in a devotional that he gave his men.

I had just had a revelation about verse 12.

And I read it again today during my quiet time with the Lord and in my systematic reading through the Psalms. I'm wondering if he had some insight into the verse, "Man is like to vanity; his days are as a shadow that passes away."  He lived life to the fullest and enjoyed his work and free time.  And they maximized their brief time together.  But his shadow passed away more quickly than ours.

Verse 12 says, "That our sons may be a plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace."

Our sons.  Those big strong guys who will do anything, go anywhere and are not afraid of anyone or anything. They are courageous.  And yet, the Lord says that they may be as plants grown up in their youth.  Like a plant they still need to be nurtured by the Son and watered by the Spirit.  They have to learn to be tender to their wives and sisters, honest and full of integrity in their jobs, filled with wisdom and compassion in their communities and churches.

Our daughters.  The Word says that they may be as corner stones.  The only other reference to corner stone is Jesus in the scriptures.  Ephesians 2:20 tells us that Jesus himself is the chief corner stone of our faith.  What is a corner stone? The dictionary tells us that it is the basic part of something on which everything depends.  I understand that Jesus as the corner stone- we are totally dependent on His faith, sacrifice, resurrection and intercession for us.  He is the corner stone, our foundation, our rock on which we depend on.

How are our daugthers like corner stones?  By daughters, families are united and connected.  Strengths are brought to the union.  Children of the two families unite and strengthen the two families.  They need strength to manage the home and children while their husband is away at work.  They instill integrity, honestly, love for one another and the church, discipline, respect, and love of work into their children.  They are outreaches to the neighborhood and community, providing a bridge to people, to reach those around us.

The last part of the verse tells us that daughters will be polished, or the more correct translation is cut. I don't particularly like that. They will be polished after the similitude of a nice structure. A beautiful structure. The polishing of marble produces a beautiful product. But the original piece has to be strong to withstand the polishing. It has to have foundational qualities which allow it to be polished.

Was this an insight for me of things to come?

I don't know.

But I know that God is good and my daughter is as a cornerstone.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Concombres aux Champignons et a la Creme



I must admit I was surprised. The baked cucumbers with mushrooms were very good. Actually, I think they were excellent.

I just could not imagine baking cucumbers. I guess I'd never thought one could bake cucumbers. One eats cucumbers raw in salads or one pickles cucumbers. But baked?

There is one basic recipe for baked cucumbers with four variations on the theme in Julia Child's French Cookbook. And we tried it tonight. Husband and number two son found them quite tasty, having seconds. Number one daughter could not be coerced into even a teeny taste.

Kay had sent me a similar recipe that she had once tried with success so I was hopeful. And the experiment was a success.

The carrots and spinach were also from the garden



I love to see this at the various parking lots around our area. I had lots of errands to do today and horse and buggy were patiently waiting in the Lowe's parking lot when I arrived. I had passed two Amish buggy's on my way to the store and there was another buggy tied up over at the Walmart lot. They seemed to be buying batteries when I encountered the owners inside.





I had lots of engagements this week. My friend just turned 50 and some of us went out to lunch and then back to 42 for cake and ice cream.

I have awfully young friends. And it's fun!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Julie and Julia

We met at the theater and sat in the back two rows.

And we laughed, and snickered and drooled over the food the whole film. We really enjoyed ourselves and the movie.

If you haven't gone to see it yet, you must. Julie and Julia is a wonderfully entertaining movie about two determined and delightful people. And for people who love to cook, and eat, it is a must see. The visions of the most wonderfully prepared food made our mouths water.

Julia, played by Meryl Streep who was outstanding, seemed to be such an optimistic, funny, quirky person married to a wonderfully sensitive and caring man. Her rise to fame was long and arduous but she was persistent in reaching her goals. And Julie seems to be pretty amazing to, cooking through Mastering the Art of French Cooking in one year, while blogging about her successes and failures and having a full time job. That may have been creative license.

After the movie we headed to 42 and had coffee and lemonade ice cream pie and discussed the movie. We loved the cinematography, the angles that were creatively shot, the way they caught the two sisters reaching out for each other, the scenes of Paris, the harshness of Queens, and a view of Julia's kitchen. Then, I just had a recollection that I might have that particular cookbook and we found it on my cookbook shelf. It came from my mother-in-laws and just happens to be a first edition of that cookbook. I'm inspired now to keep it out and try some of the recipes. Maybe she has something I can do with the large amount of cucumbers that have come out of the garden!


Sunday, August 23, 2009

Change

There is change on our side of East Main Street. Actually on both sides of us.

My wonderful neighbors for many years are moving. And the house on the other side of ours will be filled with students this coming year.

People are asking if we are worried about living next to students. And confessing anxiety and concern for us that we will be so close to students. Actually, I am looking forward to the opportunity that the Lord seems to be bringing our way. Thirty students in the two houses beside ours. Thirty opportunities to reach out and minister to these new friends. A workman over at the property on Friday predicted that they would be partying in our backyard in our "new" potting shed, and that the place would be lite up like a Christmas tree. They were at the time installing security lights on the house and barn in many locations. But I'm viewing it as an opportunity to make new friends. We did have an awful lot of fun last year with a lot of college kids that Laura brought over. Hopefully, I can have them over for a cookout before the fall sets in.

My other new neighbor seems to be at the other end of the life spectrum. He is older and has a family somewhere but has "discovered" that he really has an alternative lifestyle. I'm praying that we can become friends with him as we have with the last two families that have lived in that house.

The other change is that Laura is graduated and gone back to Kansas. We'll miss her and all the friends she would bring to the house. I wonder if Monday Night Madness will continue on Judson street and if I will have any company to watch House this year. Ethan has returned to the city after two weeks of North Country living. How quickly I get used to having him around.

But some things do stay constant.

I still have two dogs.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Pink Zinnias

I love pink zinnias and white phlox.

Although they herald the end of the summer.

Sigh






I did finally get my front borders weeded and mulched with the two truck loads of manure, secured by Ethan for me, from our local riding stable manure pile. It's pure gold to a gardener and I was thankful for a strong guy who could go and get it for me. We did get stuck again but the trusty Suburban pulled us right out!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Tuesday Morning in the North Country

Awake to a gorgeous summer day.

Breakfast of delicious fresh fruit.

Quiet early morning on the couch with the Lord.

Seeing #2 and #3 sons first thing in the morning.

Hearing the buzz of saws and the pounding of nails.

Call from daughter to see if I needed anything in Massena.

Walk downtown to Farmers Market, pass a friendly Amish buggy on Main Street.

We wave to each other.

The downtown square is filled with local vendors and many friends. dad's walking with their children, kids playing in the fountain, neighbors buying produce.

Local farmers and craftsmen selling their wares; vegetables, fruit, wine, jewelry, plants, maple syrup, donuts and baked goods.

Back home to pick green beans, squash, lettuce, cherry tomatoes and cucumbers.

Blanching beans and freezing 5 quarts for winter.

Preparing wonderfully sweet corn for dinner tonight with Grandma and Uncle Don.

Sharing lettuce and cucumbers with resident workmen.

The simple, north country life. It is wonderful!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Improving Your Serve

I'm rereading a great book by Charles Swindoll, Improving Your Serve, The Art of Unselfish Living.
Mr. Swindoll says:
"Three characteristics of becoming a servant.

1. Transparent humanity

2. Genuine humility

tests of humility

1. A nondefensive spirit when confronted. This reveals a willingness to be accountable. Genuine humility operates on a rather simple philosophy: nothing to prove, nothing to lose.

2. An authentic desire to help others. I'm referring to a sensitive, spontaneous awareness of needs. A true servant stays in touch with the struggles others experience. There is that humility of mind that continually looks for ways to serve and to give

3. Absolute honestly. Honesty has a beautiful and refreshing simplicity about it.. as do servants of God. No ulterior motives. No hidden meanings. An absence of hypocrisy, duplicity, political games, and verbal superficiality. As honesty and real integrity characterize our lives, there will be no need to manipulate others. We'll come to the place where all the substitutes will turn us off once we cultivate a taste for the genuine, the real."

It's a challenging read, but one necessary for a church immersed in a "looking out for number one, me" society.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Good Bye Laura

Laura left on Tuesday.

She's on her way to a new adventure.

Saturday, Liz had a beautiful brunch for Laura and girlfriends.




We ate outside on the patio. It was a beautiful day, full of sunshine and no rain.
The German pancake, spinach quiche and fresh fruit were delicious.
And the company even better!




Then a trip to camp. The little seen, this summer, bathing suit was worn by all. A boat ride, waterskiing, wakeboarding, rescuing dogs, cookout, bonfire, s'mores, fishing, pound cake, berries, whip cream (made the Paul Brown way) and we all headed home for the night.

Serious packing began early Monday morning. Suitcases, stowed in the attic of the barn emerged and were quickly filled. Drawers emptied, books boxed and clothes from closets removed. And believe it or not, the Honda was packed to overflowing Monday night and everything fit in. Uncle Rob checked the oil and put more air in the tires to carry the heavy load.



And just when I didn't think another thing could possibly fit in, a large suitcase, small case and oh yes, "I'd better not leave my purse in my room".

A hug and a kiss and a prayer for protection and direction. And she was off.




Two years went by very quickly.

Laura came unexpectedly. We talked about it during our reunion and then a quick trip home and back in a couple of weeks to start nursing school in August.

Carol and Laura quickly became wonderful friends. And whoever was friends with Carol became Laura's friend too. She jumped right into the college and career group at CFC and was soon participating in serving and washing dishes every Sunday at the Daniels, for 100 college kids. She celebrated two birthdays here with friends quickly made.

She found out how a church family mourns and grieves for one who has gone too soon. How a body meets together and holds each other during the church service that was devoted only to her cousin's husband . She found support and love as she managed the home by herself on several occasions. She became the sister that Liz never had. And a capable dog sitter, trainer and exercise partner for three and later four large dogs.

She learned about North Country winters quickly. Four new snow tires and a lot more time in the morning for ice removal. Winter coats, sweaters, mittens and woolen hats and scarfs. The knitting began.

She participated in many medical teaching sessions, conducted around the supper table where disease entities, treatments, surgical procedures, pharmaceutical options were the conversation of the hour. And she became part of the medical community of CPH and thus knowledgeable about all the intrigues of local hospital life.

She became a life group leader, a waitress, a high peaks hiker, a tourist guide to out of town friends, a student, a teacher, a soccer player, a motor boat captain, and a part of a new family.

The next year found her navigating the streets and subways of New York City. Several trips, including Broadway musicals, and a trip to the car compound, hospital visits, Wii instruction, Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. And always the family trips to Hilton Head Island. Shopping (like it or not this year!)

Soccer continued, Monday Night Madness began, and a relationship developed.

And now her time with us is done, for the moment. The future is open and bright for her. The Lord will reveal a wonderful plan to her, His plan. And we are all waiting to see what exciting things that will bring.

So we cherish the time we had with her and trust her to His hands.

"See you later" dear neice.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Mini Big Dig







Boston had the real "Big Dig". 42 East is having the mini big dig.

When we moved here 23 years ago the barn had the original carriage house. And in that part of the barn the back wall was totally comprised of large mullioned windows. Baseball, hockey, soccer put those windows in jeopardy and eventually they were removed and a solid wall was installed. However, we kept the windows and as the years passed by I gradually got this notion that I could build a greenhouse/potting shed with those windows and various other windows that we had collected over the years.

Last year we actually started to plan the building out and we realized that with the brick (that had been given to us) and the windows (that we had collected) we would need a foundation so the frost would not heave the building and destoy the structure in the spring. Hence, the backhoe and the big dig. The framing goes up tomorrow and the brick work starts next week. What started out as a little building that we were going to build ourselves has turned into a bigger project than we first conceived. But I think the the end result is going to be really cute!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Provoking to Love

An excerpt from My Utmost For His Highest:

"Let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works; not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together." Hebrews 10:24-25

We are all capable of being spiritual sluggards; we do not want to mix with the rough and tumble of life as it is, our one object is to secure retirement. The note struck in Hebrews 10 is that of provoking one another and of keeping together- both of which require initiative, the initiative of Christ-realization. To live a remote, retired, secluded life is the antipodes of spirituality as Jesus Chrsit taught it.

The test of our spirituality comes when we come up against injustice and meanness and ingratitude and turmoil, all of which have the tendency to make us spiritual sluggards. We want to use prayer and Bible reading for the purpose of retirement. We utilize God for the sake of getting peace and joy, that is, we do not want to realize Jesus Christ, but only our enjoyment of Him. This is the first step in the wrong direction. All these things are effects and we try to make them causes.

"I think it meet," said Peter, "...to stir you up by putting you in remembrance." It is a most disturbing thing to be smitten in the ribs by some provoker of God, by someone who is full of spiritual activity. Active work and spiritual activity are not the same thing. Active work may be the counterfeit of spiritual activity. The danger of spiritual sluggishness is that we do not wish to be stirred up, all we want to hear about is spiritual retirement. Jesus Christ never encourages the idea of retirement- "Go tell My brethren..."

Oswald Chambers is hard to read sometimes.

I was given this little volume in January 1972 by the teacher of my college and career class, Joan Coffey, at my home church. My career was taking me to Boston to work at Mass General in the ICU. I worked nights and would come home and read My Utmost for His Highest and the Bible, then off to sleep. I resurrected this gem and have begun reading the daily devotions again. I thought this was really good.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Thad

My friend Thad, from Hope Lodge, died this past Tuesday.

Thad and his wife, Martha, were the first people I met when I went down to NYC this winter. They were friendly and encouraging. They had been there for quite a while. They were a wealth of information to each of us new comers on the ninth floor. We learned about where the Fresh Market was and the best way to get there, the bus route and the best subway route to Memorial, different local sights that were free and the good restaurants around the area. And they were always at the social gatherings that Hope Lodge organized every week. If it was nice weather we would sometimes meet on 67th street as we walked back and forth from the subway to the hospital.

They had a wonderful faith and optomistic trust in their Lord and Savior, Jesus. The last time I saw him, he was in the hospital himself, struggling with an opportunistic infection, but his concern was for his roommate who was in his twenty's and gravely ill. The last thing we did together was pray with each other.

He had a cancer that only young men in their twentys get. He was in his sixties. They were puzzled, they had not seen this type of cancer in men his age. The same protocol, which is very successful in young men, was prescribed, and it seemed to be working. They had to send him home after six months though when his tumors started to reappear.

A. B. Simpson said that, "the greatest need of our souls and bodies is to know Jesus personally, to touch Him constantly, to abide in Him continually." Thad continues on that journey he had started and I know someday I will see you again, my friend. The hope of the resurection, it is precious to us. But it is still sad to be without him for family and friends. And I pray now that Martha would feel His presence and continue to grow in His love and mercy.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

HELP! I'M STUCK.........

What a day!

It started with a very violent affair.

I thought it would be easy. They said it would be, but the reality was something quite different.

They showed up with chain saws and bobcats and chains. And the things I thought could be saved were quickly buried deep under mounds of dirt and debris.

The operation? The removal of the 20 year old lilacs around the previous old deck and the current kitchen garden. The hope of more sun on my garden was the reason for the removal of the beloved lilacs.

After two hours of noise, and pulling, stacking, shaking,and total destruction of the 7 large lilacs, and tire tracks across the side yard, the space was devoid of the old friends. Sad. But I'm moving on to some subsistence gardening. (Now all I need is my little chicken coop!)

The next step was to take the truck to the manure pile across from the local horse stable.

I knew exactly where I wanted the truck to be. Right next to the huge pile so I could stand on top of the pile and just shovel it into the bed of the truck. I've done this many times before and it's hard work but more convenient then loading up a wheelbarrow and push it up a wooden ramp to the truck bed.

I eyed the squishy approach to the pile. It has rained almost continuously here for the last week or so. Could I make it in and out? I have a 2 wheel drive truck now instead of my standard 4 wheel drive.

I tried. I failed. And I was stuck! Down deep to the axles. Oh, no! No manure and I'm stuck too.

A quick call to resident neice. "Help, I'm stuck in the manure pile!". "What, where are you?" she replied. Directions and then a little loading of a bit of manure and then I was rescued.

And later, resident Dad and son took the trusty Suburban and rescued the grey Dodge.

And I'm off the the manure pile again today. I'm sure there will be a better approach to the prize!

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Always

"Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres..."

I love that translation of I Corinthians 13. But always is a concrete, positive, never failing, impossible, intimidating word. Always is unyielding.

Yet....

"I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus"

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The Black Cashmere Sweater Vacation

I had a black chasmere sweater vacation. On Hilton Head Island, South Carolina.

We do this get away yearly. The "girls" in my family get away for a weekend or a week to be with each other, catch up on things, reminisce, and just do girl things together.

This year we, everyone- all eight of us, plus two resident aunts- were going to spend a whole week on Hilton Head Island just basking in the sun after a long, cold winter. (I was not actually going to bask, since I've had all the radiating rays that I can have for a lifetime but seeing the sun sounded good to me)

We left earlier than anticipated from the north country, hence I still had my black cashmere sweater on that I had worn to the freezing cold and rainy graduation of my neice from nursing school. Thank goodness! I had been packed for weeks, my suitcase FULL of shorts, bathing suits and cover ups and sandals. No warm clothes.

I wore my black cashmere sweater everyday.

I was freezing and needed warm clothes, not the sleeveless shirts that I had hoped to wear. It rained and was cold everyday. Even the locals seemed to be getting depressed. And for all the years that I have been going to Hilton Head, I have never seen it rain more than one day, then the beautiful sun would break through in all its glory.

But this was what we got and we had fun anyway. Some had pedicures done, we went to the movies, we played games; speed scrabble, canasta and uker, we went to the outlets and TJ Maxx, we put on swim suits and swam in the indoor pool and relaxed in the hot tub, we fixed food, we bowled, (no one reached even close to 100), we went out to eat at a great sea food restaurant, visited with local aunts and friends, and best of all we were introduced to the newest member of our "girls club", Adeyln, my neice's new daughter.

We had devotions with each other in the morning and shared concerns and issues and prayed with and for each other. And at the end of our time together we all said it was a great time, we enjoyed just being together and my neice commented that it was one of the best family vacations.

We had fun, we smiled, we laughed, and we have survived our many wounds.

How could that be? How could that be that we can still gather, and laugh and sing and have fun?

The secret to survival, I believe, is in the roots.

We have roots and they have gone deep. Down, always reaching down, like that tree that is planted by the rivers of water. We've lost mother, sister, aunt, husband, son and brother recently, not to mention the moving on of our older parents.

Our spirits and souls grow deep in God. Our strength, our healing, our health, our very survival, not to mention whether some in our group are aging successfully, is dependent on the depth and nourishment of our souls in God's soil. If we have roots deep in God then circumstances, loses, disappointments, trials and sicknesses may try to break us off, they may be able to maim and wound us temorarily, but they will not be able to destroy us.

And I see at the very place that we have been broken off and left to die a sprout is growing and we grow tall and strong again. Together.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Chartreuse

I love this time of year here in the north country.

It is so full of energy and potential.

On the drive to camp yesterday the skies were filled with chartreuse. New budding growth on the trees. Almost leaves, but not quite. A blanket of brilliant yellow green spanning upward to the skies, providing a lattice through which to view the clear blue sky.

The water on the lake was calm. No boats, only a pair of mallard duck quietly paddling near the cove. The canadian geese are back, but in hiding, warming their future offspring. Soon there will be lines of families silently traversing the lake.

And at home, while washing the dinner dishes, I see a tiny baby bunny outside my kitchen window. He looks so vulnerable. All alone in my side yard eating the dandelions without a care. Doesn't he know that two big dogs live inside and neighborhood cats roam freely? I don't think he is fast enough yet to escape these predators. My cardinals are back and come for their dinner everyday at 5:00pm and the goldfinches swarm the backyard feeder.

The hostas, strong and constantly expanding, have made a full recovery after the harsh winter. And the peonies and liliacs are budded and ready to intoxicate us with their heady blooms. Pink and white crabapples and apple trees are also waiting their turn. The bowing foliage and blossoms of the bleeding hearts are swaying gracefully in the breezes and the salwart little muscari are still standing tall after emerging first from the frosty ground.

We've waited a long time up here in our northern most region. And we are being regally rewarded.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A Tea Party



I went to a tea party today but not the kind where flowers, cakes and china cups are the main bill of fare.





This was a tea party in our own small little village of three thousand people protesting, mainly, the intervention of big government into every little aspect of our lives. We don't like the huge tax bill that we will be saddled with either.

Yes, in this very liberal little village there were a hundred or more of us who said, "no more of this" and we used our right as US citizens to protest. Liz, and Grady and I walked down to the village green to support our local protesters. We shared signs and signed petitions and generally had a good time with fellow peaceful protesters. But the big surprise was that many, many cars and trucks blew their horns in our support. It was mid day and there was a lot of traffic.

I think there may be more of us then they think!