Monday, May 23, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party Week of 05/23/16


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Birthdays and Unusual Celebrations 

Thinking back I remember my first Birthday party.  It was on my tenth birthday my mother allowed me to invite a few friends from school for a party.  Mother set it up in our back yard, with my small table, and we had a picnic while we played “pin the tail on the donkey,” and enjoyed cake and punch.” 

My last party was when I hit the big 40.  My children and my parents were there and we all celebrated this milestone in my life. 

I have done some unusual things on several of my birthdays.  

It just so happened that one year my birthday fell on my day to volunteer at the Rescue Mission Thrift Shop in old Down Town Oakland.  My sister came down to wish me a Happy Birthday, and she exclaimed, “What a way to celebrate your birthday.” 

Many years ago now, my dad had been in the Chico hospital with kidney failure.  He did not live to return to his earthly home.  It just so turned out that the most convenient day for his funeral happened to be on my birthday!  Mother had too much on her mind, and I think it was much later that she realized this was no way to celebrate my birthday!! 

My husband is not one for cards and gifts, but he did send me the following e-mail on the day just prior to my Birthday May 22, and I share it with you.   

To Hazel MY ONLY WIFE 

Almost eighty five and still going, it doesn’t get much better than that.  Eighty five is a pretty big number and you have spent three fourths of it with me.  We were young and I think we chose well. I can't imagine ever being with someone else.  I want to thank you for our life together all these years, you have been a good wife to me and I look forward to finishing our lives together however long it may be.  I have, I do, and I will love you only.     I love you.  Bobby Ray Moon 
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Monday, May 16, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 05/16/16



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Bail Out by Uncle Martin 
(A True Story from my Book "Rescue the Stories - Book One."

Desiring to earn some money at my young age of about eight years, I clipped a coupon from a magazine and sent off for some miracle salve to sell.  It wasn’t long before my product arrived, and now I was in business. 

My Uncle Martin came for a visit and cheerfully made a purchase of two cans of salve, one for colds and one for aches and pains.   

Now I needed to earn enough to repay my mother who had fronted my investment.   

Dutifully I trudged from door to door, but my neighbors simply weren’t interested in my Miracle Salve.  Being a bit discouraged, I put my sales box away in my bedroom.

A few months flew by and my Uncle Martin came for another visit.  “Hey there,” he said to me, “Do you have any more of that good salve?  If you do, I will buy what ever you have left.” 

That night as he headed for home I gave my Uncle Martin an extra big hug. 

I was rich, not because I had sold all of my salve, but because I was loved and understood. 

My hope is that you all have an Uncle Martin somewhere in your life! 

If you have ever tried to sell something when you were young you will understand the discouragement of many answers in the negative.  It was when someone encouraged you and bought those cookies or candy that darkness turned to light - - Sadness into Joy!

Next time you see the Girl Scouts selling cookies or children trying to raise money to go to camp, be available to support them by making a purchase.   

Don’t use the excuse that you are on a diet - - just donate the cookies to your next church social. 

In your immediate life there are those that can use a bit of encouragement.  Just a word fitly spoken is like sweet honey to their ears.   

Won’t cost you a cent, but it will light up their life.

Proverbs 25:11 A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.

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Monday, May 9, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Week of 05/09/16


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Are We Rich Now? 
A True story from my Book "Rescue the Stories Book 2."

When my husband went into business for himself, in the early 1970’s - - our children wondered; “Are we rich now?” 

Jealousy in the heart of the boss’s son (and the boss’s wife), caused my husband to lose his secure job, but his boss told him that he would help him go into business for himself. 

My husband was worried to try this alone and wanted to bring in the son of his old boss as a partner.  Instead I encouraged him not to do that as it would be a linking together with an unbeliever.  In his place I would help him and God would be our partner.  My husband had peace about it and agreed. 

He studied hard for the test, and it was all a process but God gave him wisdom, and he passed the contractors license test in a breeze.    

We secured a loan and purchased a flat bed truck and placed small ads in the news paper.  His old boss even made a deal for us to help him with some of his subcontracting work for a percentage. 

Now we were a company with a name, and that gave us prestige.  Our children asked me “Are we rich now?”   I had to sit them all down and explain that prior to this new event in our lives, their Dad had to depend on his boss for work, and now we had to depend on God to give us jobs so we could earn our daily bread.  I urged them to be happy, but not proud with an attitude of "I'm better than you."    

I think we worked harder than ever before, especially that first year.  The placing of ads in the paper, the giving of bids and follow up all took time.   

God blessed us but we both labored diligently at this new endeavor.  I took phone calls, ran errands to secure permits, did the books along with taxes, and my husband did the hard part - the actual job.  No we weren’t rich, but not poor either, just hard working - - “Middle class people.”   

I suppose in many ways - - we were rich too!

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Monday, May 2, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party week of 05/02/16


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The Love story of my Grandparents began when they met at a church “Box lunch social.”  

Each lady was to bring a box lunch, and the gentlemen would bid on the box, not knowing who the lady was.  Then they were to share and enjoy the lunch together.

My grandmother Mary was a governess and cared for the children of a neighborhood family.  Therefore she did not meet many people outside the home, so she always looked forward to attending church each Sunday. 

Mary was excited about the social event, and was happy to prepare a box lunch with fried chicken, potato salad, some walnut halves, and two slices of apple pie. 

As the bidding for the lunches began, my Grandmother was hoping (and praying) that Allen would secure her lunch.  As God is my witness, Allen did win her box and this was their first “date.”   

The old saying “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” is certainly true.  On that day, Allen was smitten with my grandmother, and it did not take him long to propose and ask her to marry him.
 
They began married life as share croppers, but soon Allen was able to use money he had been putting away, and purchase 10 acres in Lindsay, California.  He planted half the land in olive trees, half in oranges; and added a few other fruit trees.  He built a barn, a chicken coop and along one side of the lot line he planted some grapes, and berries. 

Their transportation was a horse and buggy, and my own mother remembers those rides to church and into town in what Grandma called their carriage. 

Grandpa worked his land and earned the main portion of their living from the trees. 

He did have a garden, and for extra income, once a week he would go into town and knock on doors and sell fresh fruit, produce and brown eggs.  My Mother remembers managing a fruit stand at their front entrance and selling produce and eggs for those who would stop by.  Everyone worked in the family.   

My grandparents were married for over 50 years, and are now enjoying Heaven.

If you are looking for a mate - - may I suggest that you pray first and then be sure you are attending a good Bible believing church and are enrolled in the small group sessions.   

A Christian companion will secure an undivided home!  Under all circumstances, never “settle” for someone outside of Christ!!
 
2 Corinthians 6:14 Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness?
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Monday, April 25, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 04/25/16



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Every Wedding has a Story
 
And He Swallowed His Gum a True Story from my Book "Rescue the Stories Book 2."

The background music was softly playing as the Minister, my bridegroom, and the best man stepped out to the front of the church, waiting for the rest of the wedding party to arrive. 

It was evident that the best man was somewhat nervous because he was busily chomping away on a stick of gum.  

My mother caught his eye and made a chewing motion with her mouth, and understanding her “sign language,” - - he promptly swallowed his gum. 

“Here comes the bride,” began to play and the wedding proceeded with out any further problems at least for the ceremony. 

Many weddings have a story to tell of something that went wrong on their special day. 

Some are horror stories and some are simply downright humorous! 

My sister had decided to play a trick on me, and when we arrived at our motel, I discovered that she had tightly sewed up my new nightgown at all the openings. 

I could not contain myself and began to laugh loudly at her joke.  I told her later that she was very funny and of course I was not angry at her harmless prank.  

Not so funny was the other stunt someone did to our borrowed car.  We never knew for sure who it was, but the lug bolts on one of the wheels had been loosened, which caused the wheel to almost come off.   

We spent the better part of the next afternoon at the auto wrecking yard purchasing a used wheel to replace the damaged one. 

Practical jokes are certainly not funny to the receiver of their brunt!  Many times they are dangerous and can seriously harm a person or a relationship.
 

We tried to teach our children, to never pay back each other for wrongs either true or thought to be, and not to hide or destroy the possessions of others.
 

1 Peter 3:9  Do not repay evil for evil or insult for insult, but giving a blessing instead; for you were called for the very purpose that you might inherit a blessing.
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Monday, April 18, 2016

Tell Me a Story Blog Party Week 04/18/16


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Shoes for Beautiful Feet 

When our youngest child was born, the doctor suggested that we purchase special shoes with a Thomas Heel for her.   Examination had shown that her toes turned inward slightly, and these shoes were ideal to assist normal growth in her ankles and legs.   

The Thomas Heel, higher on the inside of the foot, caused each foot to balance and support the ankles and knees. These shoes were functional, sturdy high tops, but their overall appearance was not so beautiful.   

As time went by and our daughter reached school age, it looked like the shoes had done their job.  She was excited to be able to enjoy regular school shoes that mirrored what all the other girls were wearing.   

Our feet carry us everywhere and as such an important of our body, they should be well looked after. People do many things to help their feet feel better and look nicer. 

I am reminded, in the Bible, about “beautiful feet” that preach the Gospel.  

You have beautiful feet if you are sharing Jesus with others.  If your feet are shod with the preparation of the Gospel of Peace, you do not need to have a pulpit ministry.  You can stand anywhere in those shoes and let your light shine for our Lord. 

Romans 10:15  And how shall they preach, except they be sent? As it is written, how beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things !
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Monday, April 11, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party - Week of 04/11/16

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After School Treats
(A true story from my book Rescue the Stories, Book One.)

My elementary school was on the same street that we lived on, and although it was a long block, but we did not need to cross any streets. 

When school was over, we would rush home to see what Mother had prepared for our after school treat.

I remember one day, it was fresh hot home made cinnamon rolls, but usually it was a cookie with a glass of milk. 

These treats reminded me of my Mother’s love and her concern that we not famish and waste away between after school and dinner time.

I believe God is that way too, because every now and then he gives us a little taste of His Glory and our memory is jogged to understand His love for us.   

Today we can sit at God’s table and drink of his life giving water, as we read and study His Word, the bread of life.  We are conscious of the fact that someday we will be with Him in heaven at the Grand Supper that He will prepare for those who love Him.

God has special treats for his children, and they are not allotted to simply “After School.”

We can partake of his Holy love, by spending time with him any day of the week, and not just on Sundays or school days.
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One of Mothers favorite treats was her special Apple Cake and I share her recipe with you.   

Apple Cake
3 cups chopped or sliced apples,
Cover the apples with 2 cups of sugar and set for 10 minutes. 

Mix in separate bowl:  2 eggs, 1 cup oil, 1 tsp. vanilla    
and add to the apples  

Sift:  2 cups flour, 1 tsp. soda, 1 tsp. salt, 1 tsp. cinnamon, and add to the above.  Mix with a wooden spoon.  Add 1 cup chopped walnuts and mix well.

Oil an angel food pan, or bunt cake pan and bake at 350 degrees for 1 hour. 
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