lovely things

Jeremiah 32:17   Ah, Lord GOD! It is you who have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and by your outstretched arm!  Nothing is too hard for you.

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Lovely things are silent…
Rosebuds waxing bloom,
Shadows stealing softly
In a darkened room;
Dragonfiles on rushes,
Stars in dark blue skies;
Hatching, fuzzy birdlets,
Love in sweethearts’ eyes.

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Lovely things are silent…
Rainbows in the sky,
Violets shedding fragrance,
A soft breeze waltzing by;
An apple tree in blossom,
Sunsets all aglow;
Moonlight on the water,
Falling soft white snow.

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Lovely things are silent…
Foam clouds in the sky,
Hummingbirds at flowers,
Butterflies gliding by.
A spider’s dainty spinning,
Wild flowers on a hill.
I bow my head in silence
And in my heart I’m still.
~Betty Fox Solberg

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The cobwebs look blue in this light.  I’m down on my stomach in the woods to take a picture of a mushroom and I ask God to show me one more thing and I turn my head and see another tiny mushroom pushing up the leaves that I wouldn’t have noticed if I was walking…….

I like this feeling of walking without being in a hurry.  The woods around me are so still.  And I’m becoming still as well……..

I stand in one spot and don’t move anything but my eyes.  

Shanda, July 13, 2018 6:26pm

 

sixty years ago and more

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My mom read the last blog post and said maybe Jean’s recipes were still at the Thrift store so naturally I went down there this morning to see if they were.  I said to myself, “Also, if there are anymore of those scrapbooks I will buy them.”  There were no recipes anywhere and I came away with 20 or so scrapbooks and two books for 3 dollars.  I felt rather like I was getting away with something.  These books are a treasure trove of history.

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I sat on the porch for a long time this morning, quietly turning the pages and only getting through two of them.  They are delightfully engrossing.

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“Afghans watch television at an American exhibit in Kabul.”

Look at their eyes.

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Jean was a teacher.  And as of the scrapbooks that I have, she was not married.  There aren’t any personal things about her in the books but some cards and little notes given to her by friends and/or acquaintances, and a couple small certificates.  There are no personal opinions or notes.  The only key to her personality are the clipping she saved.  Things like politics, weather, historical sights, antique furniture, poems, quotes, comics, bible verses or prayers, and animal photos.  “You can know a lot about a person by the things they collect.”

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“the information that he had been stricken by what is commonly called a stroke was camouflaged in medical double talk.”  

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“Grant us the grace of perspective as we listen to the centuries rather than to the hours.”

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He’s so cute, he’s the same age as my Seth!!!  So adorable.

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“Photographing Animals is a Fascinating Hobby” I can agree to that.

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“The duck has established an imaginary boundary line and every time Frank crosses it, the duck jumps in front of him and quacks loudly until the child turns back.”

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“There is nothing too little for so little a creature as man.  It is by studying little things that we attain the great knowledge of having as little misery and as much happiness as possible.”

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“Mrs. John F Kennedy moving from the White House with her two children today.”

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“We are tired of television and of staring stupidly into the screen.”

“We aim to get together and have some fun instead.”

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I stared at the date on the calendar when I came back inside.  To my surprise, it was 2016.

Have you ever had that feeling before?

Jean’s scraps

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As I mentioned in the last blog post, I had found some old scrapbooks belonging to an unknown woman named Jean at the local thrift store.  They are full of scrappy treasures…here are a few samples from just one of them:

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This made me cry a little.

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The Music Man

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Ted Williams

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Royalty gets around

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Abraham Lincoln

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“Delightful Hysteria” July 31, 1960

There are quite a few newspaper clips on JFK, including his death in a later scrapbook.

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Caroline Kennedy trying to get away….naughty, naughty!  😉

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The only thing I was surprised about was the lack of recipes.  Out of all eight scrapbooks there were a total of 0 recipes and nothing about food.

I bet she was a very slender woman.

interesting

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Jacob and I went to Brimfield yesterday.

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I brought home fiestaware.

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Not only are my dishes useful but they are also decorative.  They add all the color to the otherwise neutral kitchen.

Things not to be used are on the top shelves.  Everything else is used daily.

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In the morning I used my claret mug.  He made the coffee while I made waffles, scrambled eggs, and sausage for our children.  Saturday mornings.

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The girls and I were downtown.

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We had a picnic across the street from the coffee shop in town.

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The flowers are so lovely there.

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I met a Kindred Spirit in the thrift store book room.

There were two stacks of Scrapbooks made by her, full of everything I also like: heartfelt articles, poetry, comic strips, news, cards, pictures.

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I chose some to bring home (8).  I will show you some of the things in them on another day.

They are amazing.  The lady’s name was Jean and she made the scrapbooks in the early 1960s.  She was a teacher.  Someone loved her named Bill.  I’m currently typing these words on my bed surrounded by the things she found interesting enough to cut and glue into books……..

It’s sad that they ended up in a thrift store, wasn’t there any family who could have kept them?  I left over half of them there on the shelf…..but at least there are some home with me and I will have the coziest time looking through them.  I love them.

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Gracie in the book room.

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Well, lastly we went into the Dollar General.  I hated the way my hanging basket looked after a rough season of being watered faithfully and then left to dry out nearly to death, over and over.  So I thought of a solution; and Rich remarked, “Nice, Shan!  It looks like a wig on a very old lady!”