I'm not much of a reader, but Lauraine Snelling books are addictive and they are hard to put down. Since November, I am on my 10Th book that she has written. The series that have such a hold of my attention are the RED RIVER OF THE NORTH (6 books) and RETURN TO RED RIVER (3 books) and now I am reading DAUGHTER OF BLESSINGS SERIES (4 books).
Red River of the North
1. Untamed land
2. New Day Rising
3. Land to Call Home
4. Reaper's Song
5. Tender Mercies
6. Blessing in Disguise
Return to Red River
1. Dream to Follow
2. Believing the Dream
3. More than a Dream
Daughters of Blessing
1. Promise for Ellie
2. Sophie's Dilemma
3. A Touch of Grace
4. Rebecca's Reward
These are Christian Fiction books about the trials that our Forefathers that Homesteaded near the Red River in South Dakota. Very factual and depicting the trials and hardships that our ancestors encountered as they came over from Norway.
I dare say, that if you don't shed a tear reading these books, you are "one hardened dude"!
Thought--Sometimes scripture comes alive when it is put in the context of everyday trials. The author of these books has just this ability to convey to us the meaning of scripture as it applies to our everyday living. I hope you check these out at the library and in the order in which I have listed so you can get the total picture of this family and our founding fathers trials.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
SPELL-CHECK!!
This is what I ran across this week and I thought it was worth passing on. Most people use spell-check to check out some of the things that you have typed. I don't know who wrote it but thought it was the way it is!
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strke a key and type a word
And weight four it tow say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea every wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weight
My chequer tolled me sew.
Have a good day!
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strke a key and type a word
And weight four it tow say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea every wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weight
My chequer tolled me sew.
Have a good day!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
THE CASE OF GIGGLES!
Recalling some of my childhood memories centered around the family at the table.
It seemed that I had a full blown case of the "giggles" at the table on this occasion. Every time I looked at my sister, we would burst out laughing. What we were laughing about, is totally unknown. It got so bad, that our father told us we had to leave the table. They separated us so we could get over what was so funny. They put my sister in the "wash room" (actually today, it would be the bathroom, absent of a tub). They put me in the family room. There was only one problem with this plan, we still was able to see each other. I don't remember whether we ate supper that night or not, since we kept on laughing.
Another memory was when my mother served round steak. Now round steak needs to be chewed up quite well, since the pieces seem to cling together. This particular day, I jumped up from the table, I couldn't say a word. I ran into the family room. I was totally choking on this beef steak in my throat. My father apparently knew what was the matter, and followed me into the family room. He reached in my throat with his long finger and pulled out the steak. If you have had an experience of choking, you will never forget it. I have had a few times that I couldn't get my breath for some reason or another. It totally freaks you out! My dad saved my life that day!
My mother loved to cook and we lacked nothing in the way of food. She was a very good cook and prided herself in her ability. However, when you are young, you sometimes don't appreciate everything that seems to be on your plate. One of the rules at our house, if you take it, you must eat it. There was a shelf under our kitchen table, that was there to add support for the table.
This little shelf was the ideal place to store anything that one didn't want to eat. You had to eat everything, since there were starving children in the world. We were discovered when the table was moved and the contents of the shelf shifted a bit. Out came the uneaten roll, etc. onto the floor.
During the month of August, I didn't care what we had to eat as long as there were roasting ears of corn and sliced tomatoes to eat. This food memory lingers on and I still love corn on the cob and sliced tomatoes.
Since my dad's family came over from Germany/Switzerland, we had hot German Potato salad a lot. To this day, I do love potatoes fixed this way.
Thought--Our granddaughter (actually our grandson's wife) told me one day that she noticed that I like all kinds of food. I guess it all stemmed from eating up all that was on my plate.
We ate what was served, and there were no exceptions to the rule. Of course, my mother would try to cook the dishes that all of us liked. But once these dishes were on the table, we couldn't order special favors to be served to us. Hence, I learned to like what was set before me.
It seemed that I had a full blown case of the "giggles" at the table on this occasion. Every time I looked at my sister, we would burst out laughing. What we were laughing about, is totally unknown. It got so bad, that our father told us we had to leave the table. They separated us so we could get over what was so funny. They put my sister in the "wash room" (actually today, it would be the bathroom, absent of a tub). They put me in the family room. There was only one problem with this plan, we still was able to see each other. I don't remember whether we ate supper that night or not, since we kept on laughing.
Another memory was when my mother served round steak. Now round steak needs to be chewed up quite well, since the pieces seem to cling together. This particular day, I jumped up from the table, I couldn't say a word. I ran into the family room. I was totally choking on this beef steak in my throat. My father apparently knew what was the matter, and followed me into the family room. He reached in my throat with his long finger and pulled out the steak. If you have had an experience of choking, you will never forget it. I have had a few times that I couldn't get my breath for some reason or another. It totally freaks you out! My dad saved my life that day!
My mother loved to cook and we lacked nothing in the way of food. She was a very good cook and prided herself in her ability. However, when you are young, you sometimes don't appreciate everything that seems to be on your plate. One of the rules at our house, if you take it, you must eat it. There was a shelf under our kitchen table, that was there to add support for the table.
This little shelf was the ideal place to store anything that one didn't want to eat. You had to eat everything, since there were starving children in the world. We were discovered when the table was moved and the contents of the shelf shifted a bit. Out came the uneaten roll, etc. onto the floor.
During the month of August, I didn't care what we had to eat as long as there were roasting ears of corn and sliced tomatoes to eat. This food memory lingers on and I still love corn on the cob and sliced tomatoes.
Since my dad's family came over from Germany/Switzerland, we had hot German Potato salad a lot. To this day, I do love potatoes fixed this way.
Thought--Our granddaughter (actually our grandson's wife) told me one day that she noticed that I like all kinds of food. I guess it all stemmed from eating up all that was on my plate.
We ate what was served, and there were no exceptions to the rule. Of course, my mother would try to cook the dishes that all of us liked. But once these dishes were on the table, we couldn't order special favors to be served to us. Hence, I learned to like what was set before me.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED?
The other day I was wondering about a person's mind and memory. Some people have an inborn memory system, and others seem not to have this as much. What brought it to my mind was that my cousin's husband passed away this week and I had mentioned this to our younger daughter. She said, that she didn't know that I had a cousin living in our town. She had met her at my sister's home one time for lunch. Also, we had gone to see this cousin's brother at his beautiful home in her city one time when another cousin came to visit. She couldn't remember ever going inside of this house. I remember her saying to them (as she had to leave early) "How do you get out of this house?" It was very large new home and beautiful backed up to the country club golf course. She couldn't remember going there. I guess her mind is clogged up with other things. I think she vaguely remembered later.
It got me to thinking about how God has created us. Our memory and mind is like a computer and we can instantly bring up things in our mind with clarity, vividly, and emotions are remembered, things that happened years and years ago, as well as things that happened just yesterday. Don't you think that is amazing? God's computers have been at it for generations. Some of them, like this computer I am typing on today, run rather slowly at times, just like some memories are hard to bring up by some people. With a little jogging of their minds, they do remember.
It does seem like our family has had little trouble remembering events of the past. My brother could tell you what he had for lunch and where they stopped on a specific vacation and town and county the town was in. My cousin that lived in Florida had just such an unusual memory.
Wisdom--It is wise to remember the good times, but lay aside those things that are hurtful, painful and causes us to have an unforgiving spirit within us. These can only damage ourselves if we think about these things and dwell on these for long.
It got me to thinking about how God has created us. Our memory and mind is like a computer and we can instantly bring up things in our mind with clarity, vividly, and emotions are remembered, things that happened years and years ago, as well as things that happened just yesterday. Don't you think that is amazing? God's computers have been at it for generations. Some of them, like this computer I am typing on today, run rather slowly at times, just like some memories are hard to bring up by some people. With a little jogging of their minds, they do remember.
It does seem like our family has had little trouble remembering events of the past. My brother could tell you what he had for lunch and where they stopped on a specific vacation and town and county the town was in. My cousin that lived in Florida had just such an unusual memory.
Wisdom--It is wise to remember the good times, but lay aside those things that are hurtful, painful and causes us to have an unforgiving spirit within us. These can only damage ourselves if we think about these things and dwell on these for long.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
BEEN UNDER THE WEATHER!
I've had a bad cold since Tuesday. Haven't done much other than drink OJ and lay around.
When you get older it seems that it takes longer to get back to normal.
The weather has been a bummer besides. Our neighbor's father plowed the driveway for us the other day. There was at least 7-8 inches of snow and near zero or below. My husband drives down to the mailbox each day to get the mail. The box is at the end of the driveway, but he can't afford to fall on the ice/snow, so it works out fairly well to go in the car.
Hopefully, next week will be better in the weather department and I will be out of sickbay!
Thought--One has to experience a little down time, so we can appreciate the "up" times that come later.
When you get older it seems that it takes longer to get back to normal.
The weather has been a bummer besides. Our neighbor's father plowed the driveway for us the other day. There was at least 7-8 inches of snow and near zero or below. My husband drives down to the mailbox each day to get the mail. The box is at the end of the driveway, but he can't afford to fall on the ice/snow, so it works out fairly well to go in the car.
Hopefully, next week will be better in the weather department and I will be out of sickbay!
Thought--One has to experience a little down time, so we can appreciate the "up" times that come later.
Monday, January 4, 2010
MORE TIDBIT MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD!
It was about October when I was in high school this particular year, and I had stayed home from school since I had a bad cold. I had gone back to school about a week and one day I woke up and it felt like I had been stabbed between my ribs (it felt that way). Dad thought I had pneumonia as this is the way he felt when he developed pneumonia. He called the doctor and he came out and said that I had bronchitis. I really coughed and coughed. All that winter after this, I couldn't walk out in the cold weather much, as I would get a coughing spell and cough up phlegm.
I suppose this was about as sick as I had ever been growing up. My friends would have to stop and rest awhile with me so I would stop coughing.
As I had mentioned in other writings that my mother and father never argued or fussed at each other. My mother was a happy camper and so was my father. My mother never complained about the work she did. She learned to work very hard early in life and she never knew anything different. My dad was the same way, he was one of the older children in his household and took care of the younger children. After they married, they each had their own set of work to do and never complained.
My sister said that after 1917 when my mother miscarried, they wanted children so badly, that they put their name in to adopt a child. When the child service person came out, my mother went in to the crib and showed the lady that she had conceived and had a child. I didn't know this until just today.
Bad language, lying, and gossiping about others were strictly taboo at out house. This was a rule that was adhered to by our parents. My mother had a no nonsense approach about these rules. If you didn't like it, you just might be in line to get your mouth washed out with soap.
My dad came down to our home the fall of 1954 and saw the World's Series on our television set. He was so happy to see them play on television. He loaned us the money so we could get the television set. He died about a month later and we paid the debt back to our mother.
After my dad died and my mother lived in town, a furnace man came and knocked at her door. He asked if he could check her furnace. She let him in, and he came up after checking the furnace and had convinced her that she needed a new furnace or she would be over come by gas. She needed to decide immediately. She told him that her son took care of her business and she would have to call him in to OK the new furnace. This was in late July or August. My brother stopped what he was doing, and came in. My mother was crying and told him about what the furnace man said. He told them that he would have a local furnace man check it out and if he also said she needed a new furnace, that he would get it from a local dealer.
The first furnace guy was telling her a batch of lies. The furnace was not cracked and wasn't going to gas her. The local man said that she might consider a larger furnace, because the house was in need of a larger furnace for the size of the house. They bought a new furnace from the local dealer, but not because her furnace was broken.
My mother was healthy and didn't take any medicine even in her later years of life. Her feet was the only condition that gave her a lot of aches and pains. She complained about her feet a lot and cramps that bothered her. Her whole body would cramp up. I think it was that she never sat down and was constantly working. When she sat down she would be reading her bible or singing hymns from the hymnal.
Thought--I have only good memories of my childhood. Life was more simple in those days. Our life was no different than others in the neighborhood. A roof over our head, food in our stomach and clothes on our back, and parents that loved us. What more could one ask for?
I suppose this was about as sick as I had ever been growing up. My friends would have to stop and rest awhile with me so I would stop coughing.
As I had mentioned in other writings that my mother and father never argued or fussed at each other. My mother was a happy camper and so was my father. My mother never complained about the work she did. She learned to work very hard early in life and she never knew anything different. My dad was the same way, he was one of the older children in his household and took care of the younger children. After they married, they each had their own set of work to do and never complained.
My sister said that after 1917 when my mother miscarried, they wanted children so badly, that they put their name in to adopt a child. When the child service person came out, my mother went in to the crib and showed the lady that she had conceived and had a child. I didn't know this until just today.
Bad language, lying, and gossiping about others were strictly taboo at out house. This was a rule that was adhered to by our parents. My mother had a no nonsense approach about these rules. If you didn't like it, you just might be in line to get your mouth washed out with soap.
My dad came down to our home the fall of 1954 and saw the World's Series on our television set. He was so happy to see them play on television. He loaned us the money so we could get the television set. He died about a month later and we paid the debt back to our mother.
After my dad died and my mother lived in town, a furnace man came and knocked at her door. He asked if he could check her furnace. She let him in, and he came up after checking the furnace and had convinced her that she needed a new furnace or she would be over come by gas. She needed to decide immediately. She told him that her son took care of her business and she would have to call him in to OK the new furnace. This was in late July or August. My brother stopped what he was doing, and came in. My mother was crying and told him about what the furnace man said. He told them that he would have a local furnace man check it out and if he also said she needed a new furnace, that he would get it from a local dealer.
The first furnace guy was telling her a batch of lies. The furnace was not cracked and wasn't going to gas her. The local man said that she might consider a larger furnace, because the house was in need of a larger furnace for the size of the house. They bought a new furnace from the local dealer, but not because her furnace was broken.
My mother was healthy and didn't take any medicine even in her later years of life. Her feet was the only condition that gave her a lot of aches and pains. She complained about her feet a lot and cramps that bothered her. Her whole body would cramp up. I think it was that she never sat down and was constantly working. When she sat down she would be reading her bible or singing hymns from the hymnal.
Thought--I have only good memories of my childhood. Life was more simple in those days. Our life was no different than others in the neighborhood. A roof over our head, food in our stomach and clothes on our back, and parents that loved us. What more could one ask for?
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