My Dad would have turn 83 on September 1st this year. He was the oldest of five children growing up in Michigan during the Great Depression. He spent time in the Air Force, Army, and was a Navy Chaplain which meant he was a supply chaplain for the Marines and Coast Guard. On the civilian side he spent shorter periods as a teacher and more full time as a small church pastor. My heart for special needs children and adults definitely came from him. At the end he was a teacher/lead teacher in a couple of alternative schools. My love for photography definitely came from him as well. Because he grew up in the Depression he was grateful for anything on his plate and cleaned it better than anyone I know. God blessed him with my mother who is a wonderful cook. It's a wonder he stayed slender throughout their 46 years of marriage.
|I really do frost the sides of my cakes, but clearly not the last two. :-)|
My mother inherited the family home. It was built in 1809 by the original family that lived there about 125 years. My grandfather bought the home and adjacent farm about 20 years later. She primarily uses a wood stove for heat with some wall units in a few other rooms. The stored firewood was mostly used up last year.
I remember praying asking God this Spring to create a way for us to help her and the fire wood situation. It is hard for her to accept help since she is so independent. This March we found out our local electric company needed to cut some trees in the wood line behind our house and our neighbor's houses. Of course, this made me ecstatic we could give something to Mom that she would accept. She's very independent, but we're working on her :-). The Wood cutters were more than happy to leave the wood for us so they didn't have to haul it off--maple, oak, and hickory, all good wood for burning. Some trees were already dead, so we didn't have to worry about seasoning it for six months to a year. We were very happy to have firewood for Mom. Another gift from God.
My husband rented a log splitter to get everything split before the winter of 2030. DH and DS started two doors down. It wasn't supposed to rain, but when the truck bed was about 3/4 full guess what happened. They listened to Pandora in the truck cab until it finally quit.
|Look closely. You may see the rain.|
|There are at least four more loads of firewood loads just like this.|
|Lori Brechlin's "Summer's End"|
Not Forgotten Farm
The family quilt is a Triple Irish Chain. Mine will only be a double Irish Chain with navy and bone kona cotton. I've seen what happens to wool and silk over time, and I want this quilt to last a bit longer.
Until next time, count your blessings--God's gifts to you.