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Monday, January 26, 2015

True Story Week 01/26/2015


Reading a True Story to His Kitty


Today’s story is from my book, Rescue the Stories Book One.
 
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LA LA LA LA LA

Have you ever seen a child (or adult) put their hands to their ears and cry out La La La La La La La?   

They just did not want to hear what was being told to them.   

The words were probably good words and worth hearing.  

In the case of children it was probably something they needed to hear.  In the case of wives – it is often good to listen to a husband’s wisdom. 

Have you ever said La La La to God when he is speaking to you?  

It may be that God is speaking to you through the Bible and definitely it is worth listening to.  
 
OR it may be the minister at church who is giving out a good message that strikes to your heart. 

OR it could be a friend just sharing; what ever the case – next time you are tempted to put your hands over your ears and say La La La, it might be better to stop and listen to what is being said. 
 
Because  - - -  It could be just the very thing you need to hear.

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Monday, January 19, 2015

True Story Blog Party 01/19/15


 
Enjoying a True Story
 
 
 
Today’s story is from my  book, Rescue the Stories Book One.
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Daddy’s Watch

Happily engrossed in playing with my dolls on the front room floor, I was oblivious to my Dad entering the room and placing his watch on the mantle.  Sharply, he called my attention to it.

He declared, “I am leaving the room for a few minutes, and I do not want you to touch this watch, because the glass face is broken.” 
 
He continued, punctuating each word, “Do… not… take… your… finger …and… move… the… hands, …because… they… will …fall …off …if… you… shift… them!”

Dad worked for the railroad and his watch was a valued possession.  Each month he took it into the jewelers to be cleaned and checked in order to be certain that the time was absolutely accurate. 

The stage had been set!!  Here was a typical a five-year-old who, up to that precise moment, could care less about Dad’s watch.  Next was a father giving explicit directions of what NOT to do as he was leaving the room; - - Enter the devil.

Old Satan speaks so subtly to our minds, that we believe it to be our own thoughts.  This particular day he was very active!  He suggested that I just take a tiny peek at the watch.

My curiosity heightened!  Carefully pulling a chair up to the mantle - - I could now touch the watch.  Ever so gently, I moved the hands to see if they would fall off.  They did!!   “Oh no!” I thought to myself, “Now I am in for it!” 

What could I do?  Softly re-placing the chair, I quietly tippy-toed back to the rug and set about playing with my dolls.   I tried not to think about what might happen when my dad took notice.

My parents believed in corporal punishment for lying and for stealing, but especially for direct disobedience.  No matter how much I declared my innocence, my dad did not believe me, so the switch was applied.

This instance in my life reminds me of Adam and Eve in the garden.  They were given only one ‘Thou Shalt Not,” and they could not keep it!  Just one tiny bite was all it took.  Their punishment was to leave the beautiful garden, doomed to toil and labor with the sweat of their brow in order to provide for them-selves.

Unfortunately, we have inherited the results of their disobedience: a nature that needs redemption, curiosity about sin, and hard work to care for our families.

When we hear the words, “Thou Shall Not,” we must understand that whatever the directive is, it is for our protection and in our best interest to heed the warning and stay away.

Yes - - and because God knows we are but flesh, He has given us the Holy Spirit to be our helper and guide as we follow Jesus and seek to obey His commandment of Love.

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Monday, January 12, 2015

True Story Week of 01/12/2015



 
Let Me Read You a True Story !
 
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Bossy our Guernsey/Holstein Cow
 
I must have been around 4 years old, and we lived at the edge of town in Exeter, California in the rear of a house that my dad purchased for $250.  
 
Thinking back, I remember that we could not keep Bossy, our cow at home because even though we lived on the edge of town, we were still within the city limits.  Also Bossy made a lot of noise when she mooed, and that disturbed the neighbors.  She would let you know very loudly that it was time to take her milk.
 
Each morning my mother and I would walk a long way; Mom carrying a clean bucket so she could milk old Bossy, and we would have milk for our day.  The farmers, who kept Bossy for us, would milk our cow at night and keep the milk for their family.
 
One day in particular, Mother asked me if I would like to learn to milk our cow.  It certainly did appear easy enough, so of course I said, “Yes, let me try.”
 
Mother showed me how to sit on the small stool, and how to place my hands and fingers, then she said; “OK now it is your turn.”
 
I have been told that cows know who is a friend is and who is a stranger, and somehow old Bossy shut down her milk supply, and the faucets did not work for me.
 
That was the first and last time I ever tried to milk a cow. 
 
Although I was born out in the country on my Grandparents ranch, I believe I am still a city gal and probably always will be, even when I reach that city of gold in the heavens.
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Monday, January 5, 2015

True Story Blog Party Week of 01/05/15



I Love a True Story
 
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Down to the Valley for Christmas
 
As children, we usually traveled as a family down to the San Joaquin Valley to spend Christmas with my mother’s parents.   

Our tree at home was decorated and under it were gifts for each of us.  Most often we would receive a new sweater, new pajamas, and other needed clothing at Christmas.  Mother would make a new doll dress for my old doll and wrap up the doll - - clothes and all for me to open.  Nestled under the tree were several small surprise gifts that would keep us speculating and trying to guess what they were. 

“You must wait until we get back from our trip to visit Grandma and Grandpa before you can open your presents,” mother told us.   

We begged, “Please,” but mother held fast to her decision.  Finally she relented and said, “You may each select ONE gift to open, but ONLY one.” 

I carefully inspected the presents, and tried to consider what each package might contain.  One mysterious package was shaped like a long triangle and it intrigued me.  I wondered what it could be.  At last I made my choice and picked up the small triangular gift. 

Carefully I opened it and to my disappointment it was a new “Rat tailed comb.” I had wanted something more exciting, and I told mother so.
 
“You made your choice and it stands.” She let me know my decision was final. 

I am reminded in life that we often believe something looks good to our eyes but once we are able to view the inner core we are truly unhappy with the results.  Sometimes it is a person, a friend, and other times it is something we think we need to purchase. 

Did you even get your self in a pickle that looked exciting and discover to your sorrow and chagrin that disillusionment was your reward? 

I suppose that if we would pray more before we leap, we would not fall quite so far! 

Mark 14:38 Watch and pray, lest you enter into temptation. The spirit truly is ready, but the flesh is weak. 

The gifts that will bless the longest in time are not purchased with gold and silver but are given and received with love shown by action. 

This type of giving will not rust and decay but will continue to be enjoyed as long as the gift is kept active.   

How about giving some compliments, and good words to those you love, for kind and loving words are always in season.   Encouraging words will lift you up and never pull you down!

Psalms_119:103  How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
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Monday, December 29, 2014

True Story 12 29 14



Oh such fun - Reading a True Story !
 
Each week, I will be telling one of my true stories from one of my three books.
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The Green Sweater

Ann Voskamp wrote about a Christmas of Long ago when her elderly grandmother with the creaking knees, gave matching ugly sweaters to both her and her sister.  That story triggered a memory.

It must have been the Christmas of 1947 that I received from my mother, a long sleeved bright green cable knit cardigan sweater.

I was a selfish girl and not happy with what I had been given.

I was in high school, and one cold wintery day during gym I put on my ugly sweater to give me warmth.

Soon I noticed another girl wearing an identical sweater.  I sidled up to her and asked if she received her sweater for Christmas, and she replied, “Yes I did.”

I don’t remember commenting that it probably was on sale and couldn’t be returned, but that is what I thought.

The girl seemed happy with her sweater, and so I decided to be happy with mine.

We must learn to be content with what we have, and grateful that we are blessed.
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Monday, December 22, 2014

Tell Me a True Story Week 12/22/14



I love a True Story
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Christmas in By Gone Days

 Years gone by when I was a child at Christmas, we usually received clothing that we needed and a few small surprise gifts.  One special item that we had asked for was often there too.   

I was about ten years old, when I told my mother that I wanted a Shirley Temple doll, she said that particular doll was too expensive.  Instead she took me down to Montgomery Wards and showed me a very pretty doll within her budget.  Blond hair, Brown eyes that opened and closed and she cried mama. Although I didn’t play with dolls much anymore, I loved that doll and kept her for many years.   

It is true that many spoil their kids.  I think they must try to make up for their own meager Christmas when they were young.  When you are on a tight budget, it is difficult to flood your children with an abundance of large expensive gadgets. 

However when you have a "credit card," it seems easier.

WOW - - where did that credit card bill come from?

Yes, my husband and I use a credit card, but the bill is paid in full at the end of each month.  That way we do not owe the high rates of interest.

Few of us would ever own a home if we found it necessary to pay cash for a house.  A mortgage on your home - - as long as you pay each monthly payment when it is due, is another way not to owe any man.  The bill will be there each month whether it is for rent or a mortgage, just be sure to pay it on time.

So if it is a doll you want – choose one within your budget.  A car you need – shop around and get a sensible one.  A home – select one you can afford!

Living beyond your means is the sad fact that can get you (and me) into big trouble. 

Merry Christmas to you all and May you enjoy a Blessed and Happy New Year.

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Monday, December 15, 2014

Tell me a Story Week 12 15 14


Time for a True Story with a new format


 I will be telling one of my true stories usually from one of my three books.
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Memories

 
My earliest recollections are measured by where I lived during different spans of time.

Ages three and four were when we lived in Exeter, California, prior to our move to Oakland.  I remember Mother washing clothes in an old wash tub in the yard and hanging them out to dry on a line.  She used one of those old fashioned wash rub boards to get out the spots and make sure everything was clean.  The outhouse was vivid in my memory, but I was very tiny, and a small potty chair graced the back porch just for me. 

I had just turned three, and I remember banging on the bedroom door, and demanding to see my mother when my sister was born.  My Aunt Edna told me that I could not see her because my mother was sick.  Refusing to be denied, I screamed and yelled, “I want my Mama,” until my aunt finally allowed me a short visit.  Mother smiled at me, and reached out to give me a gentle hug, and then she asked me to please obey my aunt, so I did. 

Even though my mother had two other babies, she found time to rock me, and sing to me for my nap.  Although I was three years old, and closed my eyes, I remember thinking, “I will pretend that I am asleep and trick mama.”  Mother thought I was asleep so she quietly carried me to my bed, except by the time she laid me down I was out like a light. 

Having just celebrated my fifth birthday, I watched as Mother packed an ironing board and two boxes of kettles and dishes.  Then I went along with her to the train station to ship them off to Oakland where I would eventually grow up and attend school.   

There was perhaps only days, when I, my brother Allen, and my sister Zelma slept on the floor on a mattress at Uncle Cliff and Aunt Beulah’s home while our parents searched out a rental house.  That year living in the rent house cemented age five in my memory.  The move after that was to a home purchased by my parents and it held all my childhood memories until I married, and left home at age 18. 

At the urging of our foster daughter Nancy, for several years, I have been documenting memories from my childhood; remembrances from my children growing up; and other golden memories.  It was time to get those stories into a book. 
 
There were so many stories enough for three books.  Contact me if you would like to purchase copies.  Each book is $10 which includes postage to USA.

Time marches, on and today is the day to rescue YOUR memories, and not allow them to fade into the distance.  Begin now to write your memoirs.  Go ahead and post and save them.