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Oh, how a little sunshine lifts one’s spirit!
Yes, we all go through periods of darkness. However, if we keep our faith in The Way Shower, we will find that our spirit is strong.
How? Well, because God will send someone or something to guide us. . . .
Part II of IV
Now it was Captain Hollyo’s turn to have something strange happen. And boy, was it strange! She was walking toward Hannaho on the beach when she saw a pretty pink flower growing in the sand. It reminded her of one of her ballet costumes. . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) could hardly wait to see Jesse—he thought the final bell was never going to ring at school. He wanted to be on board when they did the shake down run on Jesse’s new boat.
Jesse had named his boat Shark-Boy, . . .
And then it was December 7, 1941. My brothers, cousins and many friends were drafted and fought in Europe and South Pacific. We lost a wonderfully loveable young neighbor in Germany. He was almost part of family, so dear to us. My oldest brother was . . .
Wheel of Fortune!
Long before it was the name of a game show, Wheel of Fortune was the name of a popular quilt block. Barbara Brackman’s Encyclopedia of Pieced Quilt Patterns illustrates fifteen different variations of Wheel of Fortune. “Fortune” . . .
Good morning! And yes it is, because I’m centered in my heart and grateful to The Creator for this day. I will rejoice and be glad in it.
Please, don’t you dare tell me I can’t pray wherever or whenever I choose. I pray for you, for . . .
Last month we talked about the “Bucket List” and our hearty congratulations go out to Jonathan Norton, winner of two free tickets to the Taste of Waynedale, for his bucket list entry.
Continuing somewhat along the same line, occasionally . . .
Part I of IV
Once upon a time, the four dwarfettes lived for a week with their parents and their Momma and Poppa. The dwarfettes slept in four beds on the second floor of the cottage. Each of the beds were always made and lined in a row. The cottage . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) scrambled aboard the Flying Circus, tied the painter to an aft cleat, and in one long breath tried to tell his dad, the Captain, about the huge shark that had attacked him. Because of its humongous size and color, . . .
Quilts of Faith
It is no surprise many of our quilting foremothers turned to their Bibles for inspiration.
Their faith is borne out in the Old Testament blocks Joseph’s coat, Job’s tears, Jacob’s ladder, David and Goliath, the . . .
On a rainy Friday afternoon, I had some decisions to think about as I headed to see The Adjustment Bureau. Settling into my theater seat, I turned to my friend and said, “Great; I’m weighing my options and now I get to think about how all . . .
The International Quilt Study Center & Museum
As summer approaches there are many quilt festivals, shows and museums to visit and enjoy.
Nearly ten years ago I participated in a quilt restoration workshop taught by Nancy Kirk owner of . . .
LIGHTEN UP
If we are going to shine, we need to know where the negative goes and where the positive goes to connect our spirit.
Part three of three
Hannah Leigh called them “Jingle Bells.” Then she saw they were on a sleigh and the sleigh was gliding over all the snow. There were horses pulling the sleigh and the air was crisp and cold. It all looked so pretty. The sleigh . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) said good-bye to his friends on Lovango as a brilliant Caribbean sunset cast long shadows across the cart path leading from the top of the hill down to the boat dock. He had noticed three of the four girls’ . . .
LAY MY HEAD BENEATH THE ROSE
Darling, press me to your bosom,
As you did in days of yore,
Press your lips upon my forehead,
Ere I see the golden shore.
Life is from me fastly flowing,
Soon I’ll be in sweet repose,
When I’m gone, I’ll ask this favor,
Lay . . .
Part two of three
One of the followers said to her, “You must be one of our Bell Family Members. When you twirl you look like a bell and that’s what we are. We’re all Bells. Can you see our shape?”
Hannah looked at each one and, sure . . .
Don’t mess with philosophy. It’ll eat your lunch. Oh yes. It was that way the other day down at the actual philosophy counter at the Mule Barn truck stop.
It all began innocently enough, with Doc claiming that his Egyptian shepherd, Irrigator, . . .
Becky One’s Quilt:
Restored at last!
Last year the Super Bowl Sunday edition of the Journal Gazette featured an article about Born Again Quilts restoration studio in their Crafty Living column.
It was a great interview. Crafty Living . . .
It is still dark this morning, and I’m wide awake, thinking – turn on the light?
Pull the covers up?
Turn over and catch a few more winks
Or just what to do.
Then I thought about all the people in the world. There are some . . .
(An invention of
Mrs. Wayne Dale’s
‘Tubby Hubby’)
1 cooked hotdog
1 fresh hotdog bun (steamed is better)
Mustard
Your favorite hotdog sauce (chili)
Diced onion
Your favorite Cole slaw
Shredded cheddar . . .
In this cold snowy winter weather, I have thoughts of when I was a young whipper snapper growing up in Fort Wayne.
All of us kids loved being outside, playing. We would get a large cardboard box and make a sled out of it. Better yet, if you could . . .
Part one of three
Once upon a time there was a little princess who lived in a castle with a lovely garden behind it. Her parents, the king and queen, lived there also. It was filled with all kinds of flowers. Some of them were tiny and some of them . . .
Dave (everybody called him Shark Boy) was back at school after his hunting trip to Indiana, but not happy about it. His final hour of math class seemed like it would never end. Although he had a lot of homework assignments, he thought he could get . . .
Snow, snow and more snow. Snow on top of snow on top of snow. It is still snowing.
It is beautiful—even if you are sick and tired of snow. Ordinary objects have been transformed into things of beauty; even the trash cans are topped . . .
Common Threads: Amish Quilts from the Pottinger Collection
Go to the Fort Wayne Museum of Art to see the Pottinger Collection of Amish quilts. This weekend is your last chance to view it. Sunday is a free admission day too, from noon – 5 p.m.
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Sometimes having coffee with the guys down at the Mule Barn truck stop doesn’t lead to scintillating conversation. Like this morning. Instead of the philosophy counter, the guys were clutched together at the Round Table.
“Anybody read the . . .
This was written by my dear friend, Paul White Cloud, and I felt it was so beautiful that I had to share it with all of you.
MY MORNING PRAYER
As I wake up this morning, may my eyes see the glory in the creations of the day.
May they see my . . .
Part three of three
“Attention my good friends!” said the white bearded gentleman as his face saddened. “I come with bad news. We can no longer live not knowing who we are and what our country is. Once again our land is invaded by these . . .
Dave (everybody calls him Shark Boy), and his dad-the captain boarded a plane at Detroit Metro Airport homeward bound for Saint Thomas, U.S.V.I., but it was not before a lengthy encounter with airport security over the wood clad cases of canned venison . . .