<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290</id><updated>2012-02-20T16:42:34.552-08:00</updated><category term='Carol'/><category term='Portland'/><category term='back'/><category term='condo living'/><category term='posting again'/><category term='special occasions'/><category term='recipes beef'/><category term='snow of 08'/><category term='antiques'/><category term='lost purse'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Oregon'/><category term='relatives'/><category term='cruising'/><category term='fellowship'/><category term='easter'/><category term='home'/><category term='Nicolas'/><category 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1839434393116020907</id><published>2009-12-22T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:59:10.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I just had to wish you all a Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As we read the words below and contemplate what they really mean, it is overwhelming!&amp;nbsp; Wish I had the ability to have the song play along with it, but alas, that is something I have not learned to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, did you know &lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy will one day walk on water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, did you know &lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy will save our sons and daughters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know &lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy has come to make you new? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child that you've delivered&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Will soon deliver you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, did you know&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy will give sight to a blind man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, did you know&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy will calm a storm with His hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy has walked where angels trod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you kiss your little baby &lt;br /&gt;You've kissed the face of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blind will see&lt;br /&gt;The deaf will hear&lt;br /&gt;The dead will live again&lt;br /&gt;The lame will leap&lt;br /&gt;The dumb will speak&lt;br /&gt;The praises of The Lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, did you know&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy is Lord of all creation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, did you know&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy will one day rule the nations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy is heaven's perfect Lamb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sleeping child you're holding is the Great I Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the true joy of Christmas &lt;br /&gt;be with you throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1839434393116020907?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1839434393116020907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1839434393116020907&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1839434393116020907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1839434393116020907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-had-to-wish-you-all-merry.html' title='I just had to wish you all a Merry Christmas'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-3391340432397458270</id><published>2009-10-28T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:18:00.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my journey--good bye==friends'/><title type='text'>I'm feeling my age, ladies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the tenth, the morning we left for our cruise, I tripped and had a terrible fall.&amp;nbsp; I proceeded on to the airport and caught my plane.&amp;nbsp; As the day progressed, my misery intensified and consequently, I spent most of my week in my stateroom---first on ice and then on heat.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say it was a very long week, and I longed for home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have been home now for eleven days and last night was the first night I was able to sleep on my side, so I'm so thankful for that!&amp;nbsp; (I don't sleep well on my back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, these last eighteen days have been a time of reflection for me as I have sat and endured the very slow process of healing.&amp;nbsp; I have made some decisions that will make me sad, but I have come to believe that they are best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am leaving this blog, but will be keep my card blog open.&amp;nbsp; Believe me, when I say, that the friendships I have gathered through you, dear fellow bloggers, have been precious to my soul.&amp;nbsp; I plan to continue to follow all of your blogs.&amp;nbsp; I may not always comment, but rest assured, I am reading your posts and am being blessed by them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I hope that you will feel free to email me or call anytime.&amp;nbsp; Please do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I didn't finish writing my spiritual journey in depth,&amp;nbsp; as I had planned, but much of the end of the story is &lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-facts-about-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; If you skip down about half way, you will learn the "rest of the story"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This has been a great "ride" and I've gleaned so much through blogging, but it is time to spend more time in the things I have often neglected in the past few years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I say good-bye from blog land, but hope to continue the friendships which I have with so many of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk-RdaEYI/AAAAAAAADA0/b6mIzWIHDzM/s1600-h/image017.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk-PMYMII/AAAAAAAADAs/crB6601xUXo/s1600-h/image007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-8089004654750372029</id><published>2009-10-08T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:37:24.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruising'/><title type='text'>I'm off to see the world!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I interrupt the saga of telling my spiritual journey to let you know that I'm on my way to the Mexican Rivera for a week on a cruise with three ports of call.&amp;nbsp; I've been there at least five times, but always enjoy the ship, visiting the towns, and just relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This is a small group this time--my daughter Tammy, by brother and his wife, and me.&amp;nbsp; We'll have a great time.&amp;nbsp; We're all game players, so I know we will be having fun with that.&amp;nbsp; I always have books to read along, and Tammy and I are both in different Bible Studies, so we will have to carve out daily time to work on that so we don't fall behind.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy sitting by one of the huge windows in any of the lounges and just drinking in the greatness of the ocean when we are on the high seas.&amp;nbsp; Those times alone are wonderful for reflecting, praying and praising!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Thanks to all of you who have been praying specifically for my back to hold up.&amp;nbsp; It has and it is!!&amp;nbsp; I'm praising the Lord for that!!&amp;nbsp; I'm really looking forward to the sunshine, not cooking any meals, and having all of my temporal needs met--even having my room cleaned daily and my bed made for me!!&amp;nbsp; Awwwww--I tell you, its the life!!!&amp;nbsp; : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Two years ago for Thanksgiving we did this same cruise, only with our kids and the grandchildren and we had a great time.&amp;nbsp; I will leave you with a few scenes from same area, 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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later.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-8089004654750372029?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8089004654750372029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=8089004654750372029&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8089004654750372029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8089004654750372029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-off-to-see-world.html' title='I&apos;m off to see the world!!!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Ss6cw91HOrI/AAAAAAAADYE/v6eFwGkLmi0/s72-c/IMG_0448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-4939592132527392653</id><published>2009-10-02T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:16:37.610-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westmont'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college years'/><title type='text'>My Spiritual Journey, part 3--a taste of Heaven!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpRFaK0hnCI/AAAAAAAADLg/E8Wbz4hY1Jk/s1600-h/With+Seeds+%26+Flowers.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373996571243420706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpRFaK0hnCI/AAAAAAAADLg/E8Wbz4hY1Jk/s400/With+Seeds+%26+Flowers.jpeg" style="display: block; height: 389px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 579px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We write to taste life twice,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in the moment and in retrospection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FAll 1950&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Westmont bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;healing begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I left for Westmont in Santa Barbara that September, glad to escape the terrible grief and sadness which permeated our home after our little David's early Home going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arriving on campus was a little like a foretaste of Heaven.&amp;nbsp; True healing began as I found myself in the arms of a wonderful Christian atmosphere, which bathed me in love, prayer, God's righteousness, and so many blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The friendships I formed at Westmont were deep and still strong today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;One of the things we did at Westmont was sing.&amp;nbsp; We sang in dinner lines, we gathered in the lounge after dinner and sang, we had 'sings', we went to the beach and ended up singing.&amp;nbsp; I learned that year that music is a 'balm' to the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Our freshman class song was "Living for Jesus".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As I sang that song again and again throughout that year, the Spirit softened my heart, and I learned to rejoice, again, in who I was in Christ.&amp;nbsp; I have no words to explain the heights and depths of my emotions that year as I fell in love with Jesus Christ with so much more depth than I had ever experienced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How could I sing the chorus from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living for Jesus, a life that is true,&lt;br /&gt;Striving to please Him in all that I do;&lt;br /&gt;Yielding allegiance, glad hearted and free,&lt;br /&gt;This is the pathway of blessing for me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;without life changing happenings in my heart and life?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...and then, there was the first verse which I soon could &lt;i&gt;honestly&lt;/i&gt; sing and mean every breath of what I was singing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;O Jesus, Lord and Savior, I give myself to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;For Thou, in Thy atonement, didst give Thyself for me.&lt;br /&gt;I own no other Master, my heart shall be Thy throne.&lt;br /&gt;My life I give, henceforth to live, O Christ, for Thee alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;It was a year of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;beautiful experiences,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;beautiful friendships,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;beautiful memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;amazing healing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;life changes which have been with me through out my life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a postscript--today's Daily Bread had this quote at the bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A heart in tune with God can't help but sing His praise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-4939592132527392653?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/4939592132527392653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=4939592132527392653&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/4939592132527392653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/4939592132527392653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-spiritual-journey-part-3-taste-of.html' title='My Spiritual Journey, part 3--a taste of Heaven!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpRFaK0hnCI/AAAAAAAADLg/E8Wbz4hY1Jk/s72-c/With+Seeds+%26+Flowers.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5033324978156509856</id><published>2009-09-23T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:22:14.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rebellion'/><title type='text'>My Spiritual Journey--through the summer of 1950</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You might want to &lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-spiritual-journey-part-1.html"&gt;read part 1&lt;/a&gt; of my spiritual journey if you missed it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;******** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Beaverton Union High School graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Deadly Accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Rebellion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Agony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My childhood Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: x-large; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrciB1UwwRI/AAAAAAAADVo/ziAQUs94ab4/s400/IMG_2718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Its tattered and torn, but it served me well during those 'tween years before college.&amp;nbsp; The King James Version was the only version I had seen as a young person.&amp;nbsp; I found it laborious to read, hard to understand, at times, and often struggled with consistency in being in the Word.&amp;nbsp; During my teen years I look back and see that I was a fairly "pompous" Christian, priding myself on what I did not do, rather than Whom I served!!&amp;nbsp; I realize now, with hindsight, that I knew very little about a 'gut-level' relationship with the Lord, nor did I have a grasp of what it meant to grieve the Holy Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I was outwardly pious, but inwardly I was something of a rebel.&amp;nbsp; I had two vices--one was dragging Broadway in downtown Portland on Saturday nights, and the other was an addiction to roller skating!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I had a good friend (Christian family) who had no limits put on her and she had the use of a car.&amp;nbsp; So....I often spent the night with her&amp;nbsp; where there were no curfews...and we were on the wild side--nothing terrible, but I would have embarrassed my mother if she had seen me yelling out of the car windows on Broadway!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I graduated from high school in 1950 and&amp;nbsp; I had my acceptance letter from Westmont College in Santa Barbara.&amp;nbsp; I was elated over going away to college and excited about planning all I would need to take with me, shopping for clothes, and all the things that go with going out of state for school.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know what lay ahead that summer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;During the summer of 1950, my adored uncle (my mom's youngest brother), in a terrible accident, backed over and killed his own little four year son. &amp;nbsp;This had happened at a southern Oregon beach town, so it was the next day that a friend drove them to our home where they stayed for many weeks. &amp;nbsp;It was the darkest time I had ever experienced. &amp;nbsp;I remember standing in my bedroom and shaking my fist at God and yelling. "Why? Why? Why?" and feeling such anger at God. &amp;nbsp;I scared myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Until that day, I had never seen my Father cry. &amp;nbsp;Family gathered at our home waiting for my Uncle and family to arrive. &amp;nbsp;I saw my big, strong, farmer Uncle (Mom's oldest brother), who came with his family, walk in and stretch out on my parents' bed and sob like a baby. &amp;nbsp;Later in the day we all received the grieving family into our home, our hearts, &amp;nbsp;and into our arms. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Family--what an all encompassing word! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We huddled close, we wept, we planned a funeral, we viewed the remains of a beautiful little golden-haired child.....and we wept some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It was terrible to see my handsome young uncle, who stood 6 feet, 6 inches, reduced to a sobbing confused, childlike man, who had just turned 40! &amp;nbsp;Even as I write this, almost sixty years later, my heart wrenches in remembrance! &amp;nbsp;We actually spoon fed him, for in his grief, he could not eat without help. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(My Uncle lived another forty years, had two more sons, but the twinkle in his eye, died with his little David!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A root of bitterness welled up in me that summer against God, and I was overwhelmed, watching my aunt and uncle trying to mend their shattered lives, as they dealt with grief in a way that I had had yet to experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;This was my first "valley" experience. &amp;nbsp;There were to be many more, but none have been quite so raw as this one was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;coming--the college years and healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5033324978156509856?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5033324978156509856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5033324978156509856&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5033324978156509856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5033324978156509856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-spiritual-journey-through-1955.html' title='My Spiritual Journey--through the summer of 1950'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrciB1UwwRI/AAAAAAAADVo/ziAQUs94ab4/s72-c/IMG_2718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-8304816594764940338</id><published>2009-09-18T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:18:20.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='born again'/><title type='text'>My Spiritual Journey, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpREDbuX9fI/AAAAAAAADLQ/Op6pAuO9LZw/s1600-h/Begonias+in+Pots.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373995081132406258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpREDbuX9fI/AAAAAAAADLQ/Op6pAuO9LZw/s400/Begonias+in+Pots.jpeg" style="display: block; height: 298px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 557px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;1932&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 180%;"&gt;A Swiss Miss is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 180%;"&gt;1941&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3333ff; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;                The High Calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Good News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Born Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 180%;"&gt;                 Finding a Well of Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;                                                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Certainty in an Uncertain World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I was the first child of my parents, Bud and Grace.  Dad was a grocery store manager and mother was the head of an obstetrics hospital here in Portland.  My mother was a Christian, but my father was not.  They had married without her parents' full blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;When I was four years old, an evangelist, Charles E. Fuller came to our town, Baker, Oregon, for one night.  It was below zero, but Mother persuaded Dad to go.  He was truly gloriously changed that night as he found the Lord....and his life was never to be the same again.  He was so excited he forgot his overcoat, despite the cold temperature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Shortly after that, we returned to Portland and were part of a body of believers called Grace and Truth Assembly (Plymouth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brethren&lt;/span&gt;).  After the mornings of worship and preaching, I used to come home truly disturbed over all of the talk about "eternity".  In fact, it was the most disturbing word in my childhood vocabulary!  "Forever" just blew my mind and I found it frightening to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt; ************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;As the winds of war began to whirl around us, the inner peace was driven further away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;After letting these thoughts fester in my inner being for several years, one night, long after I had gone to bed, I couldn't sleep, as the prospect of eternity was so overwhelming to me.  It was at that time I knew that I was not a Christian and out of fear of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;, I got out of bed, went down to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; room and crawled onto my Dad's lap and spilled out all of my fear and unhappiness.  My Daddy led me to the Lord Jesus that night and I asked Him to come into my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I confessed to God, that night, that I was a sinner and needed  the Savior....and I was forgiven.  My heart was cleansed and set free.  Oh JOY! for that little nine year old girl, who had struggled so long about being "left behind".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I HAD BECOME PART OF THE FAMILY OF GOD!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;He has held me with an everlasting love from that night on, even though I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been rebellious, have been cold in my heart toward Him, have drifted and have grieved His precious Spirit within,  many times.  However I have never &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doubted&lt;/span&gt; His love for me.  (I have certainly doubted my love for Him over the years, but I have always been secure in Him, although I had a period in my life when I believed that God had turned his back upon me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;stay tuned--there's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-8304816594764940338?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8304816594764940338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=8304816594764940338&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8304816594764940338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8304816594764940338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-spiritual-journey-part-1.html' title='My Spiritual Journey, part 1'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpREDbuX9fI/AAAAAAAADLQ/Op6pAuO9LZw/s72-c/Begonias+in+Pots.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1444404101271631441</id><published>2009-09-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:44:06.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my spiritual journey'/><title type='text'>What's Happening??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrFMgE1i9JI/AAAAAAAADQE/gWe2JKW24_Y/s1600-h/Rejoice+and+Sing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrFMgE1i9JI/AAAAAAAADQE/gWe2JKW24_Y/s400/Rejoice+and+Sing.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382167143622309010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, I've just been flat down for the past twelve days with this dastardly back of mine.  Today I am feeling improvement and must get back to blogging! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;Some time ago, &lt;a href="http://onesoblessed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joanne, at Blessed&lt;/a&gt;, challenged us to tell our Spiritual story.  I've thought about it a lot--have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;vacillated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt; back and forth--and have decided to do mine..... in segments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;I had written it out about ten years ago when I was asked to speak to a group of people.  I had made a visual to go with the presentation, but rather than use that,  I will preface each post with the words I had highlighted in my visual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrFNgPbxllI/AAAAAAAADQM/EoJZefpkELU/s1600-h/Prayer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrFNgPbxllI/AAAAAAAADQM/EoJZefpkELU/s400/Prayer.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382168245978633810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;So............the next post will be Part I of my spiritual journey.  In places it is brutally honest, and I hope I can share these valleys of my life which I've kept pretty close to my heart over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrFNiOQmLTI/AAAAAAAADQk/3BMJ1up4Gj8/s1600-h/Promises.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrFNiOQmLTI/AAAAAAAADQk/3BMJ1up4Gj8/s400/Promises.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382168280023051570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1444404101271631441?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1444404101271631441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1444404101271631441&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1444404101271631441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1444404101271631441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-happening.html' title='What&apos;s Happening??'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SrFMgE1i9JI/AAAAAAAADQE/gWe2JKW24_Y/s72-c/Rejoice+and+Sing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-2686727973240600538</id><published>2009-08-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T00:01:05.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black clouds'/><title type='text'>ANGST (my favorite word right now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apprehension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foreboding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trepidation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disquiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disquietude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uneasiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever known any of these feeling?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spent part of my summer under a dark cloud which I didn't talk about much, but every day life seemed darker and darker.  One morning as I faced my day, the weight upon my heart was a black burden bearing my spirit some place I didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty sure it was situational....so I examined the whole thing, delved into circumstances, and came up with two pretty big situations that were burdening me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  The Speaker of the House had made an announcement about mid-summer, that any one who did not agree with the proposed health plan was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unamerican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!  I took that statement to heart and let it ruminate within...and it did ruminate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had and still have many questions about the proposed health care plan.  I have read large segments of it and it left me frankly, distressed.  My biggest concern was the speed which it was being railroaded down our throats, without the leaders having read it all,  We need health care reform in this country, but my questions were what is the rush, other than to get it through, regardless of errors and what it truly meant to us as Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main thought for me was that I have always felt like a good American.  I have tried to live right, to pay what I owe the government, have been law-abiding, and very patriotic!  Now, I'm told I am not a good American if I question the health care plan.  I began to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;oppressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;loss of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; of my thoughts and in the ability to express them without censure, and I began to grieve for my America.  My fickle mind took me down many trails, and I, for a time, forgot Whose I am, I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2  About this same time, some spokesman from the White House, gave out an email address and asked us to report any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; emails we received about the health plan, and from whom it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That almost sent me over the edge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this America.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-war  Germany where school children were encouraged to report their parents if they weren't totally for the regime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or was this Russia where people were encouraged to report any Christian gatherings to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hierarchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; not believe that such a site had been set up for  tattling on one another in MY America!  (The site has recently been shut down)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;flag@whitehouse.gov&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;flag@whitehouse.gov&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these two situations, I allowed my mind to take me to the darkest places in thinking where this sort of thing could lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I pondered all of this that had been ruminating for several weeks, I realized that I had not turned to the Source of healing and peace, and in getting into the Scriptures I found solace and comfort in the following scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/flag@whitehouse.gov&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isaiah 41:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear not, for I am with you;&lt;br /&gt;Be not dismayed, for I am your God.&lt;br /&gt;I will strengthen you,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will help you,&lt;br /&gt;I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Psalm 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 God is our refuge and strength,&lt;br /&gt;A very present help in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;2 Therefore we will not fear,&lt;br /&gt;Even though the earth be removed,&lt;br /&gt;And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;&lt;br /&gt;3 Though its waters roar and be troubled,&lt;br /&gt;Though the mountains shake with its swelling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God,&lt;br /&gt;The holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High.&lt;br /&gt;5 God is in the midst of her, she shall not be moved;&lt;br /&gt;God shall help her, just at the break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;6 The nations raged, the kingdoms were moved;&lt;br /&gt;He uttered His voice, the earth melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 The LORD of hosts is with us;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Jacob is our refuge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Come, behold the works of the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;Who has made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;desolations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in the earth.&lt;br /&gt;9 He makes wars cease to the end of the earth;&lt;br /&gt;He breaks the bow and cuts the spear in two;&lt;br /&gt;He burns the chariot in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Be still, and know that I am God;&lt;br /&gt;I will be exalted among the nations,&lt;br /&gt;I will be exalted in the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 The LORD of hosts is with us;&lt;br /&gt;The God of Jacob is our refuge.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;and last, but not least.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 37&lt;br /&gt;look it up...and be blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gradually, the blackness lifted and I began to appreciate that if and when I have to face terrible trials in my own country, I have to believe that the Spirit of God will give me what I need to face whatever it is.  In the meantime, I only have to live moment to moment....and not borrow tomorrow's troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A friend reminded me of this truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time is an instant on the line of eternity.&lt;br /&gt;We are not in control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is an account of a real spiritual battle I faced this summer.  It was not written with any intent to offend anyone whose beliefs are different from mine.  This is an account of my reality....and my peace at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Spy5g3XcrtI/AAAAAAAADPI/TNbhMzc1jpM/s1600-h/DSCF1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Spy5g3XcrtI/AAAAAAAADPI/TNbhMzc1jpM/s400/DSCF1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376376029442780882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish the Speaker of the House could have known those&lt;br /&gt;who were born and raised in this farm house&lt;br /&gt;where patriotism was taught, right along with the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;They were the "salt of the earth".&lt;br /&gt;They were my heritage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Spy5heYheUI/AAAAAAAADPQ/vTYFvAnF8ZA/s1600-h/Untitled+-+Sign_2_4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Spy5heYheUI/AAAAAAAADPQ/vTYFvAnF8ZA/s400/Untitled+-+Sign_2_4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376376039916271938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Spy5hkIca0I/AAAAAAAADPY/TjNvlCKxxKc/s1600-h/Untitled+4+-+Sign.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Spy5hkIca0I/AAAAAAAADPY/TjNvlCKxxKc/s400/Untitled+4+-+Sign.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376376041459444546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;God Bless America!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/flag@whitehouse.gov&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-2686727973240600538?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/2686727973240600538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=2686727973240600538&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2686727973240600538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2686727973240600538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/08/angst-my-favorite-word-right-now.html' title='ANGST (my favorite word right now)'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Spy5g3XcrtI/AAAAAAAADPI/TNbhMzc1jpM/s72-c/DSCF1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-446605274588595376</id><published>2009-08-27T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:55:24.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Finding My Purse Has Gone to My Head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still rejoicing over finding my purse whole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his wife found a good deal for a cruise, so today I signed up to go with them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think yesterday's adventure has gone to my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..........come October, I'll be sailing off to the Mexican &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rivera&lt;/span&gt; for a little R and R!  (Lord willing, that is!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you my home away from home for those seven days.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpcFZnYmOPI/AAAAAAAADMA/O_pAetxk5so/s1600-h/cruise-ships-veendam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 590px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpcFZnYmOPI/AAAAAAAADMA/O_pAetxk5so/s400/cruise-ships-veendam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374770617916995826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else looking for a good deal, contact me and I'll give you the details!&lt;br /&gt;It is basically a two for one price for the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-446605274588595376?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/446605274588595376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=446605274588595376&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/446605274588595376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/446605274588595376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/08/finding-my-purse-has-gone-to-my-head.html' title='Finding My Purse Has Gone to My Head!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpcFZnYmOPI/AAAAAAAADMA/O_pAetxk5so/s72-c/cruise-ships-veendam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-8967444370979392193</id><published>2009-08-26T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:55:24.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost purse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers ansswered'/><title type='text'>The Elusve Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.  I.  Lost.  My.  Purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first errand of the day was to run into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; and get a punch I have been wanting with my 40% off coupon.  I added a few more things, went through check-out, parked my basket, and went to my car where I tossed my sack of  purchases onto the passenger seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I pulled up to my second errand of the day, I reached over to grab my purse......and it wasn't there.  I searched the car....and nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was at this point I began imagining that people were already at my home, knowing it was empty, robbing me, etc.  I thought about having to replace everything in my wallet--driver's license, my cards, etc. and I panicked!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I began to pray--I begged the Lord for it to be back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt; some place.  I prayed earnestly all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first checked the carts--not there.  I went to one of the checkers and she didn't know anything about a purse being turned in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She sent me to another checker.  I was still praying, but was getting more rattled as the moments passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second checker said yes a purse was found in an empty basket and she asked me to describe it for her.  I immediately said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"It is multicolored with polka dots."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She looked at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strangely&lt;/span&gt;, but held up my purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpXLXhD8x_I/AAAAAAAADL4/7PvSH9uqxFg/s1600-h/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpXLXhD8x_I/AAAAAAAADL4/7PvSH9uqxFg/s400/IMG_2627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374425335208921074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thanked her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;profusely&lt;/span&gt;, thanked the Lord over and over and went on my way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rejoicing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learned that my brain doesn't work too well under pressure...(well, actually it doesn't work too well anytime!!)   and how I ever left my purse in that cart, I will never figure out.  (I had taken my car keys out of the purse, obviously, since I was able to drive the car to errand two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The lesson here is for me pay attention more closely to my actions.  I still cannot believe that I left my purse in that basket!  I am so grateful that the Lord looked after this old lady in my real hour of need!!  I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;praising&lt;/span&gt; him with a smile on my face all afternoon!  Wonderful ending to&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carelessness&lt;/span&gt;!  Thank you, Lord!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-8967444370979392193?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8967444370979392193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=8967444370979392193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8967444370979392193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8967444370979392193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/08/elusve-purse.html' title='The Elusve Purse'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpXLXhD8x_I/AAAAAAAADL4/7PvSH9uqxFg/s72-c/IMG_2627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1402758942651052772</id><published>2009-08-24T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:55:24.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='committment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iraq'/><title type='text'>A Letter from Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpMXgQRDHdI/AAAAAAAADLI/JNQcVhyzZo8/s1600-h/Untitled+2+-+Sign_3_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpMXgQRDHdI/AAAAAAAADLI/JNQcVhyzZo8/s400/Untitled+2+-+Sign_3_2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373664623272861138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is the daughter of a friend of mine.  Her Mom has shared her letters with me since Sarah was in basic training over two years ago.   She was deployed to Iraq in July as a trained paramedic.  It is her first love.....however she has a commanding officer who discovered she knows the computer rather well, and she is currently being kept in an office.  Understandably, she is upset not to be doing what she has trained for and loves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This letter came and it was so poignant, in the hymn she shares, as well as her expressed affection for her parents, that I wanted to share it.  I think every mother's heart will appreciate this girl's heart for the Lord and her desire to serve him with gladness in all she does.  I think most mother's hearts would love to receive a letter like this.  I have found Sarah's letters to be so open and honest that I am always refreshed  when one of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;missiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her letters have kept me remembering what our service people go through in these bleak, desert countries and some of the verses to her hymn certainly describe her situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sarah's permission, I share this letter with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-14-09&lt;br /&gt;My darling mother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I don't think I say that enough and I do. You and Dad have&lt;br /&gt;taught me so much about how to live, how to love and what to value. Because&lt;br /&gt;of you I know how precious life is and how to rejoice when it is good and at&lt;br /&gt;least try to be patient and accepting and as as joyful as possible when it's&lt;br /&gt;not. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went up to the diving board, "my special place" and I was singing&lt;br /&gt;softly to myself and "Blessed Be Your Name" came to mind. Honestly it comes&lt;br /&gt;to mind often here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your Name&lt;br /&gt;In the land that is plentiful&lt;br /&gt;Where your streams of abundance flow&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; be your Name&lt;br /&gt;When I'm found in the desert place&lt;br /&gt;Though I walk through the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing you pour out&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn back to praise&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness closes in, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Still I will say&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your Name&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be the name of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your glorious Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your Name&lt;br /&gt;When the sun's shining down on me&lt;br /&gt;When the world's all as it should be&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your Name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your Name&lt;br /&gt;On the road marked with suffering&lt;br /&gt;Though there's pain in the offering&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take away,&lt;br /&gt;You give and take away,&lt;br /&gt;My heart will choose to say&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Blessed be your Name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow in a different company was hit and lost a leg. One of my buddies&lt;br /&gt;was the medic that treated him. I hate not being able to comfort, I hate not&lt;br /&gt;being able to ease the pain, I hate that the world's not as it should be and&lt;br /&gt;never can be until God reigns supreme! What is it you say? Come now Lord&lt;br /&gt;Jesus! I pray fervently that His healing hand would be on that soldier and&lt;br /&gt;that He would also bring comfort and healing to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and am so thankful for you! Be Strong and Courageous! Know that I&lt;br /&gt;am in the Lord's hand, I am confidant of that, I hope you are as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, and eternally, His,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Since this letter was written, it appears that her desire to tend to the wounded is going happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I got the word today that I will be allowed to go on convoys. I know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't exciting news to you but I have felt distanced from my fellow soldiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being at the TOC and having the opportunity to be with them is something I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cherish. I'm not assigned to one for over a month and I won't be able to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell you when I go out but know that I am in the Lord's hand wherever I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As are you, for which I'm so thankful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1402758942651052772?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1402758942651052772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1402758942651052772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1402758942651052772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1402758942651052772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-from-iraq.html' title='A Letter from Iraq'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SpMXgQRDHdI/AAAAAAAADLI/JNQcVhyzZo8/s72-c/Untitled+2+-+Sign_3_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-7925491626945990194</id><published>2009-08-21T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:55:24.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><title type='text'>I'm back....and I'm a year older!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some things I learned this summer as I turned 77!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought these were true and pretty cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Its important to have a twinkle in your wrinkle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWsy3dqI/AAAAAAAADAc/4RlFSGe8EBE/s1600-h/image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWsy3dqI/AAAAAAAADAc/4RlFSGe8EBE/s400/image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768217344472738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Growing old is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;, growing up is optional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd413jI/AAAAAAAADAU/Tx3Nt0rdPOs/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd413jI/AAAAAAAADAU/Tx3Nt0rdPOs/s400/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768213343002162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Age is mind over matter...if you don't mind, it doesn't matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd1hOQI/AAAAAAAADAM/F2EZoBkavlM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd1hOQI/AAAAAAAADAM/F2EZoBkavlM/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768213329066242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWKovMqI/AAAAAAAADAE/a3IwLuC1HCI/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWKovMqI/AAAAAAAADAE/a3IwLuC1HCI/s400/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768208175182498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and having spent the week with my high energy, almost 16 year old grandson, tonight I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; feeling old....and a little out of touch, as I watch his fingers flying over the cell phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;.  I have to wonder what happened to conversation?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-7925491626945990194?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7925491626945990194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=7925491626945990194&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7925491626945990194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7925491626945990194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-backand-im-year-older.html' title='I&apos;m back....and I&apos;m a year older!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWsy3dqI/AAAAAAAADAc/4RlFSGe8EBE/s72-c/image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1459299218208904923</id><published>2009-06-19T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:49:45.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although its been thirty one years since I've celebrated Father's Day with my Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he lives on in my heart and mind as if it were yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a man who did not know a stranger  and befriended many people over the years.  Dad was a soul winner and never failed to share the Lord's goodness to those he met.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consummate&lt;/span&gt; host, I can safely say that hundreds enjoyed meals around my parents' table!  He loved his Lord, his wife, his kids, and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grand kids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was simply Bud Thompson,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;born December 20, 1902!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;number six of fourteen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB4kfSB3I/AAAAAAAADB0/dCho_RyftrY/s1600-h/Scan+8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB4kfSB3I/AAAAAAAADB0/dCho_RyftrY/s400/Scan+8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222897532667762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left home at age fourteen--didn't see his last sister until she was six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by seventeen he was a sheep herder for my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBnPNKzEI/AAAAAAAADA8/ClzX-cQO6Ew/s1600-h/Scan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBnPNKzEI/AAAAAAAADA8/ClzX-cQO6Ew/s400/Scan.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222599761775682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;packing for a summer in the hills with the sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching fish in those mountain streams in eastern Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBnanJlsI/AAAAAAAADBE/IRyjoM-egjk/s1600-h/Scan+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBnanJlsI/AAAAAAAADBE/IRyjoM-egjk/s400/Scan+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222602823538370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by age nineteen he was in the army&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBn3TwfII/AAAAAAAADBU/ayLJlj3WaCo/s1600-h/Scan+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBn3TwfII/AAAAAAAADBU/ayLJlj3WaCo/s400/Scan+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222610526829698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boys will be boys, no matter the generation they are from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBoP-IU6I/AAAAAAAADBc/iPajE-k-57M/s1600-h/Scan+4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBoP-IU6I/AAAAAAAADBc/iPajE-k-57M/s400/Scan+4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222617147003810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still working on the ranch in 1927--check out those boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBnrpLcDI/AAAAAAAADBM/_sA9TlRimkc/s1600-h/Scan+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxBnrpLcDI/AAAAAAAADBM/_sA9TlRimkc/s400/Scan+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222607395450930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 1931, by now a manager at Safeway,  he married the sheep rancher's daughter, my mother,&lt;br /&gt;who was the love of his life until the day he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1932, I was born and he immediately wrote to his Mother about this first baby of his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB5O9UYBI/AAAAAAAADCE/3FUqo-7AT9o/s1600-h/Scan+10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB5O9UYBI/AAAAAAAADCE/3FUqo-7AT9o/s400/Scan+10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222908932939794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Dear Mama and Folks,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well everything is over and we have a dandy girl looks just like Grace only has big blue eyes instead of brown.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Grace is feeling fine and happy as can be.  She sure is glad its over.  I have a dandy  family now.  I told Grace as we were going in, that I'd just as soon have a girl.  Her name is Joan Claire--pretty name, I think don't you?  She weighs 9 lb &amp;amp; 6 1/2 oz--just a small baby.  Gee, I sure feel funny.  Papa Bud??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I could only look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the window at her.  Grace will come home in about 10 days.  I sure will be glad.  Gee, I love that girl, both of them..............  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Gee, Mama, we sure have a nice baby.  I sure wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Grace is getting a lot of attention from everyone as she has so many friends  She sure is a dandy....&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Well, Bye Bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                                                                      from Joan &amp;amp; Grace &amp;amp; Papa Bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the time I was born, my Dad was not a believer, even though he had the way of salvation explained to him over and over, he just didn't "get it". In a book that my mother wrote of her life, was one special letter she wrote to her grandchildren.  It recorded a day in my Dad's life she never forgot and she wanted the grandchildren to know the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"This is one thing I should tell.  It was the one event that made the greatest change in our lives.   Bernie was 18 months old about.  It was Armistice night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; 11, 1935.  Mr. Charles E. Fuller came to Baker, Oregon for one night.  Grandpa went with me, because I wanted him to go.  That night Mr. Fuller talked about the Ark, and God shut the door--Grandpa said he knew that he was not inside the Ark.  He accepted the Lord that night, asked forgiveness of his sins and Joan and Bernie had a new father, a new man in Christ.  What a difference it made in his life...and ours.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; only one desire for each of you, that you would be saved.  I do pray for each one of you every day.  I do want you to please the Lord, and live for the Lord, if you belong to Him--Always remember what a real man of God your grandfather was.  I always wish he could have been with us longer, because of his influence on our lives, but he was here long enough to leave his mark if we think about it.  My blessings on you, and remember, "Only one life, twill soon be passed, only what's done for Christ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; last.  Your grandmother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mid life was here before we knew it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the unruly curls of his youth settled into a nice wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB4G9mDxI/AAAAAAAADBk/t9qk7cITMgk/s1600-h/Scan+6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB4G9mDxI/AAAAAAAADBk/t9qk7cITMgk/s400/Scan+6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222889606745874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The years passed so quickly.  Two more babies would be born to this family, Dad opened his own grocery store in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beaverton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, Oregon and eventually became a   broker for a large gourmet company, from which he retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a vital, busy man until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB4VLE77I/AAAAAAAADBs/FrFkc2kEIWE/s1600-h/Scan+7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB4VLE77I/AAAAAAAADBs/FrFkc2kEIWE/s400/Scan+7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222893421391794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally the last picture of him, taken that summer at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Manzanita&lt;/span&gt; Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB40GbClI/AAAAAAAADB8/DhJ3V1InRpE/s1600-h/Scan+9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB40GbClI/AAAAAAAADB8/DhJ3V1InRpE/s400/Scan+9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349222901723368018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His love for children never ended.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to have called him 'Dad,' thankful my children called him 'grandpa', and grateful always, that one night, when I was nine years old, I sat on his lap and he gently and firmly led me to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good father, not polished as some are, but a diamond in the rough, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vessel&lt;/span&gt; through which the love of Christ shone for many years, and a man, who one morning, after Bible reading with my Mother, without warning, simply left us, at age 75,  to enter into the arms of the One he adored, his beautiful Saviour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoice in the father I was given, not perfect, but he loved us..and the older I get, the more I rejoice and am thankful for all that this father I called mine,  provided in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Dad, even after all of these years.  I know I shall see him again--what a precious thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with this very long post, I bid you farewell until fall--please don't take me off your lists--just let me drop to the bottom.  Lord willing, I shall return with renewed time and energy in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1459299218208904923?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1459299218208904923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1459299218208904923&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1459299218208904923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1459299218208904923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/06/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjxB4kfSB3I/AAAAAAAADB0/dCho_RyftrY/s72-c/Scan+8.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1776663242727834995</id><published>2009-06-18T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:55:24.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk-RdaEYI/AAAAAAAADA0/b6mIzWIHDzM/s1600-h/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk-RdaEYI/AAAAAAAADA0/b6mIzWIHDzM/s400/image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768897201475970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk-PMYMII/AAAAAAAADAs/crB6601xUXo/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk-PMYMII/AAAAAAAADAs/crB6601xUXo/s400/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768896593178754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk99IYumI/AAAAAAAADAk/BS3BwsCdesA/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk99IYumI/AAAAAAAADAk/BS3BwsCdesA/s400/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768891744598626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1776663242727834995?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1776663242727834995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1776663242727834995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1776663242727834995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1776663242727834995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/06/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sjqk-RdaEYI/AAAAAAAADA0/b6mIzWIHDzM/s72-c/image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-3019897572403318883</id><published>2009-06-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:32.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.....and I'm older!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Some things I learned this summer as I acquired the grand old age of 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWsy3dqI/AAAAAAAADAc/4RlFSGe8EBE/s1600-h/image021.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768217344472738" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWsy3dqI/AAAAAAAADAc/4RlFSGe8EBE/s400/image021.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd413jI/AAAAAAAADAU/Tx3Nt0rdPOs/s1600-h/image009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768213343002162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd413jI/AAAAAAAADAU/Tx3Nt0rdPOs/s400/image009.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd1hOQI/AAAAAAAADAM/F2EZoBkavlM/s1600-h/image001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768213329066242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWd1hOQI/AAAAAAAADAM/F2EZoBkavlM/s400/image001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWKovMqI/AAAAAAAADAE/a3IwLuC1HCI/s1600-h/image005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348768208175182498" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWKovMqI/AAAAAAAADAE/a3IwLuC1HCI/s400/image005.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 387px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-3019897572403318883?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/3019897572403318883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=3019897572403318883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3019897572403318883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3019897572403318883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-backand-im-older.html' title='I&apos;m back.....and I&apos;m older!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjqkWsy3dqI/AAAAAAAADAc/4RlFSGe8EBE/s72-c/image021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1321200217414086270</id><published>2009-06-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:37:31.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth  day'/><title type='text'>A little "lovey" joined our family today!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was a day of blessing, answered prayers, lots of emotions, joy, thanksgiving, and rejoicing as we welcomed this wee little fellow into our hearts and families!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjnLcVVFv0I/AAAAAAAAC_s/jlJwNYsncYU/s1600-h/IMG_2365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjnLcVVFv0I/AAAAAAAAC_s/jlJwNYsncYU/s400/IMG_2365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348529720101551938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is Cole Christopher, nestling on his Daddy's chest.  He was born at noon today and weighed 7 pounds and 15 ounces!  He is 20 inches long and an absolutely beautiful little baby boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjnLdbtSqFI/AAAAAAAAC_8/_TZdDw3ujmQ/s1600-h/IMG_2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjnLdbtSqFI/AAAAAAAAC_8/_TZdDw3ujmQ/s400/IMG_2368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348529738993543250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cole and his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cute picture of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mommie&lt;/span&gt;, but she looks so weary in it, that I decided not to include it.  I will say that she looked beautiful, with wonderful color in her face, and was a sweet picture of new motherhood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the ladies who like the details, they got to the hospital, at midnight, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-arranged).  She was given something to soften things up.  She stayed at a 1 throughout the night without contractions.  At 6 am her water broke, contractions began at 7 am and by noon baby was here.  So I would say that a six hour process was wonderful for her with a first baby.&lt;br /&gt;She never had to have the "pit" drip which was such a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So....it was a reminder, once again, of the miracle that is called birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rejoice tonight for the goodness of God's hand on this marvelous little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his safe delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mommie&lt;/span&gt; and Daddy have no idea, yet, what a love affair they are embarking upon!&lt;br /&gt;They are blessed....and so are we!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1321200217414086270?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1321200217414086270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1321200217414086270&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1321200217414086270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1321200217414086270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-lovey-joined-our-family-today.html' title='A little &quot;lovey&quot; joined our family today!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SjnLcVVFv0I/AAAAAAAAC_s/jlJwNYsncYU/s72-c/IMG_2365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-2560019923343625602</id><published>2009-06-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:32.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sextulets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turning two'/><title type='text'>The Masche Miracles are Turning Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;On June 11, the Masche sextuplets will turn two.  They will also be starring in a new series called &lt;a href="http://www.wetv.com/raising-sextuplets/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raising Sextuplets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the WE channel.   There is a cute web page on the &lt;a href="http://www.wetv.com/raising-sextuplets/index.php"&gt;WE channel site &lt;/a&gt;with lots of cute pictures, announcements about the new series, and some preview videos of the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the family was on the &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25217557/"&gt;Today Show&lt;/a&gt;.  There are some darling pictures, and a video if you explore the site a little.  I lifted this picture from the site.  (I wonder if that is legal??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SimOwlfV2jI/AAAAAAAAC_U/w0jkC1aAZxk/s1600-h/037Q3207.hmedium.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343959398200236594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SimOwlfV2jI/AAAAAAAAC_U/w0jkC1aAZxk/s400/037Q3207.hmedium.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Jenny went back to work full time, she has not had time to send pictures like she did for a while.  There are plenty of current pictures on the two websites which I highlighted above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still e-mails me, tho, with news of the family.  They are a dear young couple whose purpose in life is to glorify the Lord Jesus as they raise their little ones in Him.  Their reality series will not imitate Jon and Kate!   It will be an honest look at two parents raising six little ones in today's world with all of the problems and challenges most young families face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo looking forward to watching the series.  I've been so impressed with Jenny over the months of cyberspace friendship we have shared. I  have fallen in love with those sweet children.&lt;br /&gt;...and for those who know me well, you know there never has been a baby I did not fall in love with!!   So.....six of them is pure joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I did a huge post last year for their first birthday, I get a large number of hits daily on the Masches.  So......for all of those looking for news about the sextuplets, I shared this post today so all who are interested can enjoy the new series on the Masche Miracles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the next time I post about these little sweeties, I will have seen them in person, been able to love on them, and enjoy a real face to face time together. ( a trip is in my future, Lord willing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-2560019923343625602?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/2560019923343625602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=2560019923343625602&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2560019923343625602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2560019923343625602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/06/masche-are-turning-two.html' title='The Masche Miracles are Turning Two!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SimOwlfV2jI/AAAAAAAAC_U/w0jkC1aAZxk/s72-c/037Q3207.hmedium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-3537749386645219649</id><published>2009-05-26T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:09:54.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Getting ready for summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For Mother's Day, daughter Tammy gave me a certificate worth five hours of her help!  What a gift for me!  She did all of the planting for me, which is such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago and I got my hanging pots at the nursery.  They are unusually pretty this year, I think.  The first one is from my son and his family for Mother's Day and I loved the pink of the Impatiences and was able to match the colors in the remaining baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmQcsxl_jI/AAAAAAAAC-s/aTJPOnsj0xI/s1600-h/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmQcsxl_jI/AAAAAAAAC-s/aTJPOnsj0xI/s400/IMG_2354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457655954341426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sitting pots are all planted and dispersed around the yard and patio. This one is a sample. I will have to retake this picture in one month and we'll all enjoy how nature will have grown it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmQsqeQUcI/AAAAAAAAC-8/gI_AVTnnzdA/s1600-h/IMG_2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmQsqeQUcI/AAAAAAAAC-8/gI_AVTnnzdA/s400/IMG_2357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457930214265282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hanging wall planter is one of my favorites.  Here it is close-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmQdNxNa6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/Li-99LQ4pwA/s1600-h/IMG_2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmQdNxNa6I/AAAAAAAAC-0/Li-99LQ4pwA/s400/IMG_2360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457664811101090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been in the process of organizing, tossing, etc. in my craft room.&lt;br /&gt;It  is slowly, but surely,  getting done. I do run across things I forgot I had, so I have had to stop and make things along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a box  I made, filled with cards,  for a friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some ladies in for a birthday luncheon for my friend on Sunday,  so had the box by her place at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmScfp_weI/AAAAAAAAC_E/__KFYfVFJrY/s1600-h/IMG_2350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmScfp_weI/AAAAAAAAC_E/__KFYfVFJrY/s400/IMG_2350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339459851456070114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having this luncheon was a huge boost for me psychologically, as I don't entertain much anymore because of my unpredictable back.  I was thrilled to have it go off with very little discomfort and feel ready to try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always when I use my Mom's china, I feel close to her.  I used one of Mom's recipes she often used for the many luncheons she used to have.  My friends all knew my Mom well and it seemed right to use her things for this special group of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-3537749386645219649?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/3537749386645219649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=3537749386645219649&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3537749386645219649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3537749386645219649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-ready-for-summer.html' title='Getting ready for summer'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/ShmQcsxl_jI/AAAAAAAAC-s/aTJPOnsj0xI/s72-c/IMG_2354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-7868028028367837907</id><published>2009-05-22T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:32.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>My doctor's nurse just called me and said that my CT scan showed no nodules present!!  Isn't that amazing?  I feel like I have had a wonderful answer to prayer.  Thank you to all of you who prayed for me.  Truly I am rejoicing.  I had decided that I probably had the same lung disease that my Mom had, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pulmonary&lt;/span&gt; Fibrosis...not for now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to new posts in the days to come!!     ...and continued organizing!!  which is coming right along.  The trouble is I run into something I forgot about and stop and make a card, or a decorative box, or something which sidetracks me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for your thoughts and prayers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-7868028028367837907?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7868028028367837907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=7868028028367837907&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7868028028367837907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7868028028367837907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/05/udate.html' title='Update'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5324668469339683723</id><published>2009-05-20T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:33.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>X Rays and other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;You know I am really scraping the bottom of the barrel with today's subject.  I often think if I was still teaching and in the middle of raising my kids, I would have so much to write about..but those days are past..and so here I am....living a fairly quiet life without too much happening.&lt;/span&gt;  (and loving it, I should add.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;For the past two months I have had a dry, involuntary cough, which has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; annoying!  After seeing the doctor on Monday, he sent me for a chest x-ray, and put me on a five day antibiotic.  I thought I had had a miracle cure, until this morning when I woke up coughing again with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I received a call from the doctor's nurse this morning telling me that the chest X-ray revealed several nodules on my left lung and I need to have a CT scan, so I  will have it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;You need to know that I am a worrier plus!!  In my mind this morning,  I have had myself undergoing a lung biopsy, making decisions if I will allow surgery or not, wondering how I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tolerate&lt;/span&gt; Chemo, if "this" is what will take me.  All borrowing tomorrow's troubles, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;My mother used to say, "Sufficient unto the day, is the trouble thereof."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;So....I've explored all the options, have laid it to rest, and am waiting for the antibiotic to kick in and cure me of any spots in my lungs!  (that is my hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;These little blips in the road are wonderful faith builders for reminding ourselves of Whose we are and in Him our days are ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, with all of this off my chest, I'm off to continue organizing my office/card room.  I LOVE to organize!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5324668469339683723?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5324668469339683723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5324668469339683723&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5324668469339683723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5324668469339683723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-rays-and-other-things.html' title='X Rays and other things'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-4820528214969322618</id><published>2009-05-15T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:27:30.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='observations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily living'/><title type='text'>Errands and Observations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday,  as I set off to complete my list of things to do, I made my first stop at Radio Shack.  I went in for a battery for my phone, my car key '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thingie&lt;/span&gt;', and my garage door opener, and a cheap new phone for my bedside.  This turned into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;twenty&lt;/span&gt; minute stop as my clerk wanted to sell me the store!!  I nicely turned down the more expensive phone with all the bells and whistle I didn't need, turned down the insurance policies, rejected his suggestion that I get a new phone to replace the phone for which I was getting a replacement battery.  We even had a discussion over my cell phone and what he could do for me with one of theirs.  I finally thanked him and escaped to get to my second stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My favorite scrapping store was next on my list.  The owner is always so helpful and always answers my questions and knows exactly where to direct me for some of my favorite papers.  As I visited with her and took her ready help, I couldn't help but remember that this dear woman eighteen months ago, held her eleven year old son in her arms as he died, as they were rushing him to the hospital with flu symptoms.    I marvel at her grace and sereneness after all of this...and I admire her courage to carry on and her faith in the Lord which surely must be the reason she is able to even breathe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She shared with me that she has a little grandson whom she adores.  I rejoice with her for this child in her life.  She showed me an adorable little scrapbook she had made for him.  I liked it so much that I bought all of the trappings to make one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After quick stops at the post office, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;, and Craft Warehouse, I was finally able to reach my final destination of the day---lunch out with my current book!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; when I observed something which I hope isn't a new trend.  At a booth across the room from me was a darling young couple.  I glanced their way a couple of times when I saw what was occupying them.  He had a laptop propped open on the table in front of him and she was totally wrapped up in a conversation on her cell phone!  throughout their whole lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Such is the electronic age!  I guess I am way more comfortable with my nose in a book....but I don't think I've done that yet....if I have a companion with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..and so my day went--interesting and productive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off  the subject.....the Roadies are blooming and the sun is shining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sg3r7yUPbkI/AAAAAAAAC80/lurCqnArKTs/s1600-h/100_7637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sg3r7yUPbkI/AAAAAAAAC80/lurCqnArKTs/s400/100_7637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336180545855385154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-4820528214969322618?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/4820528214969322618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=4820528214969322618&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/4820528214969322618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/4820528214969322618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/05/errands-and-observations.html' title='Errands and Observations'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sg3r7yUPbkI/AAAAAAAAC80/lurCqnArKTs/s72-c/100_7637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5708636118055516127</id><published>2009-05-06T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:54:25.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert and Colleen'/><title type='text'>A Triumphant Week comes to a close....for now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some things I learned over the past few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; In the phrase, "the old young people" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;operative&lt;/span&gt; word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is OLD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being raised in a marvelous, Godly,  extended family was a blessing beyond measure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did not know my heart could be so full of love for all of my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did not know the depth of thanksgiving with which my heart overflows .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did not know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peruvian&lt;/span&gt; flag could  make such a beautiful center piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when interspersed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt; red geraniums!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-EVwD9leI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/V4d0PdenmR0/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-EVwD9leI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/V4d0PdenmR0/s400/IMG_2325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332125993043596770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perhaps, most of all, I am learning that saying good bye to these precious friends, cousins, saints, and examples of Godly living, will be very, very hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as they plan to finish out their lives in their beloved Peru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I am hoping we can talk them into one more trip home....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-GBoWmzjI/AAAAAAAAC7w/mWg1VyCiDes/s1600-h/IMG_2327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-GBoWmzjI/AAAAAAAAC7w/mWg1VyCiDes/s400/IMG_2327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127846400183858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday, May 2, 2009, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eastgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Bible Chapel, Portland, Oregon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learned that time goes by so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; How did my dear cousin Jane and I get from this picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-KlKUlzLI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/Aib7jqRb3Uw/s1600-h/Scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-KlKUlzLI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/Aib7jqRb3Uw/s400/Scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132854860467378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to this one??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "Life at best is very brief, like the falling of the leaf....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-EWjA8duI/AAAAAAAAC7o/plwPH91_htc/s1600-h/IMG_2328_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-EWjA8duI/AAAAAAAAC7o/plwPH91_htc/s400/IMG_2328_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332126006721148642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I have lots more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I have learned that life is a school  with many&lt;br /&gt;lessons and many blessings&lt;br /&gt;along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are a few pictures from the Open House on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-GCe1jNGI/AAAAAAAAC8I/MVsSNNiM94A/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-GCe1jNGI/AAAAAAAAC8I/MVsSNNiM94A/s400/IMG_2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127861025485922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;honorary&lt;/span&gt; doctorate degree and the cap and neck piece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which hangs down the front of the gown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-GCLfVN9I/AAAAAAAAC8A/hgzmtShRNqk/s1600-h/IMG_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-GCLfVN9I/AAAAAAAAC8A/hgzmtShRNqk/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332127855832020946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newlyweds, in 1949!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-EWGSX6PI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/W7rvGMW_Cko/s1600-h/IMG_2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-EWGSX6PI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/W7rvGMW_Cko/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332125999009622258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting articles, pictures, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mementos&lt;/span&gt; on a bulletin board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a wonderful afternoon, with a lovely program of remembrance.  There was a video made, which I know I will enjoy watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I, who never allow  my picture to be taken, had it taken twice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-O9A782nI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/fdyZ5nAG4uU/s1600-h/IMG_2335_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-O9A782nI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/fdyZ5nAG4uU/s400/IMG_2335_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332137662704573042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5708636118055516127?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5708636118055516127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5708636118055516127&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5708636118055516127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5708636118055516127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/05/triumphant-week-comes-to-closefor-now.html' title='A Triumphant Week comes to a close....for now!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sf-EVwD9leI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/V4d0PdenmR0/s72-c/IMG_2325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6828272928556051676</id><published>2009-05-01T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:15:12.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctorate degree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert and Colleeen'/><title type='text'>The Week Marches On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The graduation is over, the honorary doctorate has been bestowed, and Bert and Colleen remain unruffled by all of the pomp and circumstance surrounding such an honor.  Its been a busy week, with tomorrow bringing the Open House celebration.  It will be a little bit like Heaven, I'm thinking, greeting so many we haven't seen for some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sharing what was read about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elliots&lt;/span&gt; before the doctorate was bestowed.  It is long, and my main reason for posting it in its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entirety&lt;/span&gt;, was so family and friends could see it.  (I know I could have emailed it, but somehow, having it on my blog is a good way to remember it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western Seminary’s Board of Trustees has the privilege of granting honorary degrees to individuals whose Christian service has been especially meritorious, and whose life and ministry epitomize what Western desires for its graduates.  The recipient of this year’s honorary doctoral degree is Herbert Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1949, Bert and his wife Colleen arrived in Peru as newlyweds.  There they implemented a church planting strategy that used their medical/dental training and evangelistic abilities to bring the gospel to many remote communities along major jungle rivers such as the Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1956, following the death in Ecuador of Bert’s younger brother Jim, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Elliots&lt;/span&gt; expanded their ministry to the mountains of Peru.  This required additional adjustments to both a new culture and a new approach to ministry.  For the next 30 years, they developed a network of churches in both the Peruvian jungle and mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert and Colleen made yet another major ministry shift in 1988 when they moved to the coastal city of Trujillo.  Due largely to their ministry (in partnership with Western graduates Jorge and Donna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Osorio&lt;/span&gt;), the church known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Centro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Biblico&lt;/span&gt; Trujillo has become a major church planting and missionary sending center.  In addition, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Elliots&lt;/span&gt; founded the Jim Elliot Christian School, which currently offers a K-12 education to about 250 students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No human can fully recognize the amount of heavenly good that has been achieved through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Elliots&lt;/span&gt;’ sixty years of faithful ministry.  Yes, we can count the 115 churches that were planted; but we can only guess how many comprise the multitude of lives that were transformed directly and indirectly through Bert and Colleen’s ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this impact all the more incredible is recognizing the many challenges the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Elliots&lt;/span&gt; faced in Peru, from contracting diseases associated with jungle life and medical work to opposition from cocaine dealers and Marxist terrorists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Randy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Alcorn&lt;/span&gt; concluded his chapter in a recent volume entitled, Stand: A Call for the Endurance of the Saints, he used Bert and Colleen Elliot as his final example of long lives well-lived.  After recounting a conversation he had with Bert that contrasted the ministry of the two Elliot brothers, Randy pens these words:  “While Jim’s relatively short life was like a meteor that blazed dramatically across the sky, Bert’s life is more like a faint star that rises night after night and faithfully crosses the same path in the sky, largely unnoticed on earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert, we have noticed that star; and in honoring you, we recognize that we are at the same time honoring Colleen, and ultimately the Lord whom you both have so faithfully served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in recognition of his distinguished ministry in significantly advancing the cause of Christ (especially in the realm on global mission), Western Seminary is delighted to confer the honorary Doctor of Divinity degree upon Herbert Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6828272928556051676?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6828272928556051676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6828272928556051676&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6828272928556051676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6828272928556051676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-marches-on.html' title='The Week Marches On...'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-8900564857635027717</id><published>2009-04-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:50:29.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fellowship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert and olleen'/><title type='text'>The Old Young Peoples' Group!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the arrival of&lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-like-you-to-meet-bert-and.html"&gt; Bert and Colleen Ellio&lt;/a&gt;t on Wednesday, comes the revival of the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;young peoples' group!  There will be get-togethers, visits, re-newing of friendships in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the weeks ahead, as we gather together to honor and refresh our enjoyment of these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two special people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It will begin this morning with Western Seminary having a graduation in which Bert will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;honored with an honorary doctorate degree to commemorate his sixty years of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;missionary work in Peru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfNqvk0taPI/AAAAAAAAC4A/sDTXEs-TqQE/s1600-h/chapel.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfNqvk0taPI/AAAAAAAAC4A/sDTXEs-TqQE/s400/chapel.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328720149680580850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There will be a handful of brave 'old youth group' people who will attend this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;graduation ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since they are only to be here for three weeks, there will be lots of activities packed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Sunday we'll have visitors from around town at our Fellowship, who will be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just to get a chance to visit with Bert and Colleen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Monday I am taking them out to lunch so we can have a good visit and I can just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;soak up the love of God they radiate!  We will talk of many things, remember many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good memories together, and before the lunchtime is over, Cousin Bert will say, "So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how is your walk with the Lord, Joanie?'    ...and I will have to confess to just "coasting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too much of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Thursday we will have breakfast with them with my brother and his wife joining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;us.  Again, it will be a time of warm fellowship and just loving each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then on the second of May, we begin with an extended family breakfast together.  (We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are a pretty big crowd when we are all together)  Bert's sister, Jane, will be here from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wheaton.  Jane and I are exactly the same age and have been close friends since we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;were toddlers, so I'm so excited to see her and spend some time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN0CsndJBI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/j1jJ4vi11Qo/s1600-h/Scan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN0CsndJBI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/j1jJ4vi11Qo/s400/Scan.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328730373794636818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joan,Jane-11 months old at back of Elliot home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN0C3sfoQI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/EBXsY5dAfoQ/s1600-h/Scan+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN0C3sfoQI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/EBXsY5dAfoQ/s400/Scan+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328730376768561410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here we are at age four in front yard of Elliot home at 7272.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN0C3sfoQI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/EBXsY5dAfoQ/s1600-h/Scan+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My brother, Bernie joins us&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elizabeth Elliot and husband Lars, will not be able to come.  They were in Peru in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;February with Bert and Colleen so will not make the trip now.  We had thought Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elliot's daughter, Valarie, was coming, but the last word is that she will not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;coming.  I was disappointed about that, as I haven't seen her in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the afternoon there is to be an Open House at a local Bible Chapel, built to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;several hundred people.  This will be a time of  celebration of Bert and Colleen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sixtieth wedding anniversary and their sixtieth year on the field in Peru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's when the 'old young people' will flock together and have a rip-roaring time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;revisiting the past with long-forgotten memories revived, laughed over, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;remembered with pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4bsitcgI/AAAAAAAAC4o/MzobPzsnjxU/s1600-h/Scan+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4bsitcgI/AAAAAAAAC4o/MzobPzsnjxU/s320/Scan+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328735201317974530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4byx3YJI/AAAAAAAAC4w/rRS-K8PgA9Q/s1600-h/Scan+4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4byx3YJI/AAAAAAAAC4w/rRS-K8PgA9Q/s320/Scan+4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328735202992152722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4bpzy0tI/AAAAAAAAC4g/4Zg4twcM_Ik/s1600-h/Scan+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4bpzy0tI/AAAAAAAAC4g/4Zg4twcM_Ik/s320/Scan+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328735200584323794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4cKT9rrI/AAAAAAAAC44/arbjFINZJW4/s1600-h/Scan+5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfN4cKT9rrI/AAAAAAAAC44/arbjFINZJW4/s320/Scan+5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328735209309187762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did have fun!!  Hayrides and backyard cookouts!  Simple, but such good times.  That's me in the white 'pedal pushers' and plaid shirt in the barn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love these get togethers when we see friends and relatives we don't get to see too often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So........for the next few days there will be lots of excitement in my life.  I like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-8900564857635027717?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8900564857635027717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=8900564857635027717&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8900564857635027717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8900564857635027717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-young-peoples-group.html' title='The Old Young Peoples&apos; Group!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SfNqvk0taPI/AAAAAAAAC4A/sDTXEs-TqQE/s72-c/chapel.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-24394520878016417</id><published>2009-04-19T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:55:24.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>...and the decision is......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Staying put!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Seu7bBydjtI/AAAAAAAAC3A/DhqG0IClR4g/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Seu7bBydjtI/AAAAAAAAC3A/DhqG0IClR4g/s400/DSC05537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326557057306693330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My offer was not accepted, but they countered back with a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;affordable&lt;/span&gt; offer....however I discovered a lot of things about myself this past week as I had to decide whether or not to accept their counter-offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that I'm very attached to my 'things' and having to part with so much was really tugging at my heartstrings.  I know "this world is not my home, I'm just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;passing&lt;/span&gt; through..." but while I am here,  parting with the things I've collected over the years would be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at things realistically and I can't do a move like this.  I would have to depend on my family to help me get packed, sorted, sales, etc. and I realized the stress would do my back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realtor&lt;/span&gt; was very understanding and its not on the market, I'm sleeping at night again, and just walking through the rooms of my house, savoring each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;double&lt;/span&gt; minded man is unstable in all his ways" has been on my mind all week as I debated my choices.  I don't think I'm unstable, but I am impetuous at times.  I'm just praising the Lord they didn't accept my original offer, as that was how I had asked for specific leading.  The counter-offer was a great one, but wasn't the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; offer, so I felt I had my answer if I wanted out of the deal and as the week wore on, I had no peace about the second offer....so here I am, with my wonderful yard, my attached garage, my guest room, and still my family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO stir up hornet's nests for myself from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, when you come see me, you will have a bedroom all to yourself...and your own bathroom.  The door is always open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-24394520878016417?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/24394520878016417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=24394520878016417&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/24394520878016417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/24394520878016417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-deision-is.html' title='...and the decision is......'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Seu7bBydjtI/AAAAAAAAC3A/DhqG0IClR4g/s72-c/DSC05537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-7330042524014248870</id><published>2009-04-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:55:24.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condo living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for sale'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have come to the place where I feel a need to simplify my life.....and because of that I have put my house on the market and made an offer on a condo.  I will be 77 this summer and I would like to make this move before it becomes a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(my home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SeAMUVsJW_I/AAAAAAAAC2U/TOIuuy9RrCw/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SeAMUVsJW_I/AAAAAAAAC2U/TOIuuy9RrCw/s400/DSC05537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323268303111150578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Mom lived in the same set of condos where I have made an offer, moving in at age 75 and staying there for 21 years.  They are one of  very few condos built on one floor, are beautifully maintained, and have a wonderful clubhouse for large functions, as well as a summer time pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That being said, if my house does not sell, I, of course will stay right here.  I adore my home, but I really don't need 1600 square feet, yard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;  and the other things that go with home ownership.  In the condo all outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; is provided.  The one thing I will miss is my garage.  I love driving in, closing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;garage&lt;/span&gt; door behind me and going straight into the house with my bundles.  I will have a covered carport at the condo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, I have "laid out the fleece" and I will be directed by what happens with my house,  I have never had a house on the market for over 4 weeks, so we shall see what happens in this market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am motivated to be in Portland as most of my friends are there, as well as my church and my sister.   It would cut down on the amount of driving, plus where the condo is located, I would have fairly close freeway access to Salem where my kids live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the place I have an offer on.  It is only two bedrooms and one bathroom, with 965 square feet.  It is the one on the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5Tx89shbI/AAAAAAAAC18/xrS-Q4ZtFKg/s1600-h/9025405-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5Tx89shbI/AAAAAAAAC18/xrS-Q4ZtFKg/s400/9025405-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322783927242098098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The following two pictures show the front yard and circle at the end of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;culdesac&lt;/span&gt; upon which the units are located.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5TxxlK2UI/AAAAAAAAC2E/4VBj9wPRYzE/s1600-h/9025405-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5TxxlK2UI/AAAAAAAAC2E/4VBj9wPRYzE/s400/9025405-8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322783924186437954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5TyCfSZSI/AAAAAAAAC2M/0YEDmzH_cMs/s1600-h/9025405-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5TyCfSZSI/AAAAAAAAC2M/0YEDmzH_cMs/s400/9025405-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322783928725169442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The condo will need a lot of TLC, some simple rewiring, and paint and paper....but that is right up my alley--I love fixing up!  Fortunately it has an updated kitchen, and bathroom.  My second bedroom will be my craft room, so for the first time in 20 years I will not have a guest room.  I plan to invest in a good quality 'hide a bed' for the living room which will fit in with my decor....and I will be without a family room, so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; will be in the living room, but in a cabinet with closing doors!!  I've never had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; in my living room in all the years I've owned homes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; have room for you to come visit--if you are older than I, then I will give you my room, but if you're younger, you will get the living room!  Also, I will still have room for dinner parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If this all falls into place I plan to take a lot of before and after pictures.  I'm already checking out prices,  looking for things that I will need.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; surely cuts down on looking in stores.  I'm going to have a ball getting things fixed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This will be a HUGE lifestyle change for me...and I realize that this will be a new chapter in my life.  I hope that if it comes to pass, I will graciously adjust, make friends easily, and get involved in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;activities.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will keep you posted!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-7330042524014248870?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7330042524014248870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=7330042524014248870&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7330042524014248870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7330042524014248870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SeAMUVsJW_I/AAAAAAAAC2U/TOIuuy9RrCw/s72-c/DSC05537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-532245480828319318</id><published>2009-04-10T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:25:01.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><title type='text'>Resurrection Day Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5GYSnDYOI/AAAAAAAAC10/85ryS0Aiwvo/s1600-h/Untitled+-+Greeting+Card+Notecard.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5GYSnDYOI/AAAAAAAAC10/85ryS0Aiwvo/s400/Untitled+-+Greeting+Card+Notecard.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322769192724947170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-532245480828319318?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/532245480828319318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=532245480828319318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/532245480828319318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/532245480828319318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection-day-greetings.html' title='Resurrection Day Greetings'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sd5GYSnDYOI/AAAAAAAAC10/85ryS0Aiwvo/s72-c/Untitled+-+Greeting+Card+Notecard.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6051632837736155729</id><published>2009-04-06T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:11:18.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colleen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fmily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliots'/><title type='text'>Somebody Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would like you to meet Bert and Colleen Elliot, Missionaries, who have served in Peru since 1949.  They will soon be home for a few weeks, with many special events planned for them.  Since I will be writing of these wonderful family occasions, I thought you should be introduced to two of the dearest people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SdoXLd9UJqI/AAAAAAAAC1c/liPE1ojZugY/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SdoXLd9UJqI/AAAAAAAAC1c/liPE1ojZugY/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321591395479463586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin?  Bert, I have known all my life, and Colleen almost as long.  Even as young people, they were exemplary in their walk  with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a very young couple, they were willing to follow God’s will in going to minister in Peru.   Now in their 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of service, only eternity will reveal all that God has been pleased to do through these two dear servants of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They began their work in in a hot humid river town called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lagunas&lt;/span&gt;.  There they shared a tiny cottage with another missionary couple.  Their shared house had rammed earth walls and a dirt floor, without benefit of electricity, running water, bathroom - or privacy.  They lived for several months, as newlyweds,  in this situation. (Its hard to imagine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have lived in the high mountains, as well as on the jungle rivers where they spent time on their boat, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maranatha&lt;/span&gt;. For several months of the year, they ministered to many little riverside towns and villages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their early years, part of their ministry consisted of Bert pulling teeth and Colleen delivering babies.   As they begin to see fruit in their labours,  little groups of  believers began to form in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yurimaguas&lt;/span&gt;, where they lived for many years,  and in the river villages.  They grew into churches as they studied the Word and recognized leadership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 1988 they have lived in the seaside town of Trujillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Elliot’s husband, Lars, wrote after a  visit,   “They are available for any who call or that ring the doorbell, whether expected or unexpected.  Along with open doors there are the Bible Studies, their involvement in the Christian School which is part of the church that was started years ago.  Plus there is an exceptional drug program leading addicts into a new life based on Scripture.  Not all make it, but many respond to the Gospel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lars goes on to write,  “All this after 59 years on the field with no thought of rocking chair or hanging out a shingle saying, ‘busy, please call again.’  What a life of service!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert said to Lars on their last day visiting that if he had been given paper and pencil and told to draw out the perfect wish and plan for his life, it would not have been half as good as what the Lord opened for them. He quoted from Psalm 16, “the lines have fallen for me in pleasant places.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking back over their lives in Peru, Bert says, “It is like looking back from a moving boat.  You see the beautiful patterns in the wake.  We found God’s will and now look back with wonder and adoration to see what God has done.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gathered data for this collection of thoughts,  my own observations over the many years we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been friends, as well as cousins, are rich in warm, wonderful memories.  They are such happy people, always smiling, and radiating Christlike love in all of their comings and goings.   Several years ago, they both had bouts with cancer, a knee replacement, and  they continue to live with the general problems of aging bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home on furlough, a long time ago, we were all at a family picnic and I asked Bert to look at my six year old Susie’s tooth which was growing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strangely&lt;/span&gt;.  He asked our Uncle Ted for some pliers and calmly pulled her offending tooth before Sue knew what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time my Jonathan was about three, every time “Uncle” Bert came home, he would be just enthralled.  When he was about three or four, whenever anyone came to our house, he would sit them all down, pass out “Bibles” to everyone, then announce he was going to preach to them like “Uncle Bert” does, and he would proceed to “preach” just telling Bible story after Bible story, until he ran out of stories.  He would close his Bible, say “amen” and that was the end.  I had a few neighbors that used to stop in just to hear him “preach”.  Just a funny little kid story, but what an example Bert was to Jonathan....the beautiful part of that story is that Jon’s son, Elliot, is just as enthralled with “Uncle” Bert as his Dad was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and today, Jonathan, the grown man, preaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot close this without mentioning their music.  They sing together in beautiful harmony.  Their melodious voices can lift the spirits like none I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; ever heard!  People were drawn to them in the town squares of the many little villages, they visited, by their   singing, with Colleen playing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;accordion&lt;/span&gt;. Bert then had the opportunity to preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the   sixty years we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; seen them every few years when they came home for furlough, we have spent many happy hours together in my home.  I never let them leave without blessing us with a duet to complete the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to close this with the meaningful words from a hymn I have heard them sing in duet many times.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because He Lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sent His son, they called Him, Jesus;&lt;br /&gt;   He came to love, heal and forgive;&lt;br /&gt;   He lived and died to buy my pardon,&lt;br /&gt;   An empty grave is there to prove my Savior lives!&lt;br /&gt;   Chorus&lt;br /&gt;   Because He lives, I can face tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;   Because He lives, all fear is gone;&lt;br /&gt;   Because I know He holds the future,&lt;br /&gt;   And life is worth the living,&lt;br /&gt;   Just because He lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   How sweet to hold a newborn baby,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the pride and joy he gives;&lt;br /&gt;But greater still the calm assurance:&lt;br /&gt;This child can face uncertain days because He Lives!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, I'll cross the river,&lt;br /&gt;I'll fight life's final war with pain;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as death gives way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vict'ry&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'll see the lights of glory and I'll know He lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay tuned for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6051632837736155729?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6051632837736155729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6051632837736155729&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6051632837736155729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6051632837736155729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-like-you-to-meet-bert-and.html' title='Somebody Special'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SdoXLd9UJqI/AAAAAAAAC1c/liPE1ojZugY/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6445304941702778448</id><published>2009-04-05T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:10:09.598-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>A Glorious Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SdkeBAIlWvI/AAAAAAAAC1M/zOHV5ApR0hk/s1600-h/sun.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SdkeBAIlWvI/AAAAAAAAC1M/zOHV5ApR0hk/s400/sun.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321317437279656690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 'Mr. Golden Sun' is shining!  It is a marvelous day.  Seventy degrees and blessing us all!  We have so many dark gray days in Oregon, that it feels like rebirth when the sun comes out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a different person when the sun shines.  I've been just rejoicing since I woke up with renewed energy, and a happy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is indeed ' the day that the Lord has made'....and I am rejoicing in it!  I hope it is followed by many more identical days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share our good news with all of you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6445304941702778448?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6445304941702778448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6445304941702778448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6445304941702778448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6445304941702778448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/04/glorious-sunday.html' title='A Glorious Sunday'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SdkeBAIlWvI/AAAAAAAAC1M/zOHV5ApR0hk/s72-c/sun.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-2664783496912194676</id><published>2009-03-29T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:54:01.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='columbia river gorge'/><title type='text'>Oregon's Columbia River Gorge</title><content type='html'>Some pictures from last week's trip up the gorge to enjoy the beautiful sights along our lovely Columbia River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Sophie, the Yorkie, looking around from some type of harness her 'mom' wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_W0PjfuCI/AAAAAAAACz8/Dg0ga01nndc/s1600-h/DSCI0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_W0PjfuCI/AAAAAAAACz8/Dg0ga01nndc/s400/DSCI0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318705877964797986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_WzyzsOKI/AAAAAAAACz0/f4Jt3HsOAjs/s1600-h/DSCI0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_WzyzsOKI/AAAAAAAACz0/f4Jt3HsOAjs/s400/DSCI0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318705870248097954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandson Elliot who declined my offer of a haircut very vehemently!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_WznrWrDI/AAAAAAAACzs/Vj7qLXM1lCU/s1600-h/DSCI0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_WznrWrDI/AAAAAAAACzs/Vj7qLXM1lCU/s400/DSCI0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318705867260341298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly, looking a little windblown in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Multnomah&lt;/span&gt; Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_WzaIMEQI/AAAAAAAACzk/zdt4Ap7iUKM/s1600-h/DSCI0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_WzaIMEQI/AAAAAAAACzk/zdt4Ap7iUKM/s400/DSCI0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318705863623184642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V3qsMQKI/AAAAAAAACzU/6u15xWgQ3dY/s1600-h/DSCI0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V3qsMQKI/AAAAAAAACzU/6u15xWgQ3dY/s400/DSCI0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318704837277008034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V3W1rKkI/AAAAAAAACzM/16JrZwuuCdw/s1600-h/DSCI0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V3W1rKkI/AAAAAAAACzM/16JrZwuuCdw/s400/DSCI0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318704831948073538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V3OVONfI/AAAAAAAACzE/vcVX-_CIrOk/s1600-h/DSCI0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V3OVONfI/AAAAAAAACzE/vcVX-_CIrOk/s400/DSCI0386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318704829664474610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V23TQlsI/AAAAAAAACy8/m3Ae3BNfcJY/s1600-h/DSCI0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_V23TQlsI/AAAAAAAACy8/m3Ae3BNfcJY/s400/DSCI0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318704823482226370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_W0UInewI/AAAAAAAAC0E/SU98oxtBR3Y/s1600-h/DSCI0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_W0UInewI/AAAAAAAAC0E/SU98oxtBR3Y/s400/DSCI0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318705879194237698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;High up on the old Columbia River Highway, sits the Vista House, from which the next few pictures were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZBVAaGPI/AAAAAAAAC0k/cNWRp0KrgUI/s1600-h/DSCI0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZBVAaGPI/AAAAAAAAC0k/cNWRp0KrgUI/s400/DSCI0520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318708301789796594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The far background in these pictures is the state of Washington&lt;br /&gt;which borders the Columbia River on the north side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZBh2q6yI/AAAAAAAAC0s/f4W45w8Je9Y/s1600-h/DSCI0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZBh2q6yI/AAAAAAAAC0s/f4W45w8Je9Y/s400/DSCI0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318708305238616866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZBSST2yI/AAAAAAAAC0c/ONHkgtOE2CU/s1600-h/DSCI0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZBSST2yI/AAAAAAAAC0c/ONHkgtOE2CU/s400/DSCI0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318708301059578658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZA6lbL-I/AAAAAAAAC0U/V_uw3pRfmOM/s1600-h/DSCI0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_ZA6lbL-I/AAAAAAAAC0U/V_uw3pRfmOM/s400/DSCI0515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318708294697299938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope you enjoyed a few pictures from our beautiful Oregon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-2664783496912194676?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/2664783496912194676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=2664783496912194676&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2664783496912194676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2664783496912194676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/03/oregons-columbia-river-gorge.html' title='Oregon&apos;s Columbia River Gorge'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc_W0PjfuCI/AAAAAAAACz8/Dg0ga01nndc/s72-c/DSCI0414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5249729603356016144</id><published>2009-03-27T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:33.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='posting again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I Think I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Its hard to believe it has been seven weeks since I last posted.  I left you all with the list of things I had to do to "fix" my back......well, so far I have not heard from the rehab clinic!!   So I have muddled on with the things they had me do at home, which only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exacerbated&lt;/span&gt; the situation.  Finally I stopped and things went back to my "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to them this week and they assure me it is just a matter of getting me in their schedule, but I'm out of the notion, I think.  If I can keep moving with gentle exercise, i.e. my stationary bike, following a walking tape, and swimming, I think that will be as helpful as anything I could do by driving an hour each way to the rehab place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooooooo&lt;/span&gt;......let's change the subject.  I think I am going to come back to blogging, but hopefully with shorter posts!  (I'm not sure that I can tell what I have to say with fewer words!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of Spring Break here in Oregon.  I have had grandson, Elliot, for part of the week, and then his parents came yesterday with Molly, and have done some exploring.  Today they are in downtown Portland, riding our Max train and having a good time in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fare less&lt;/span&gt;" square.  I fixed them a good lunch, so hopefully there will be a dry part in the day where they can enjoy the lunch on a park bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been good for me to plan for them.  I did some cooking and baking ahead of time and put in the freezer, so meals have been easy, but delicious!!  They are all good helpers, so kitchen clean-up is a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the quiet day with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;, Sophie, a little black Yorkie.  She loves her "grandma" and comes to find me from time to time.  She always looks as if she is saying, "What doing, Gram?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc1Gm-2VojI/AAAAAAAACy0/-8hq1F4bUnM/s1600-h/is.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317984370514305586" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc1Gm-2VojI/AAAAAAAACy0/-8hq1F4bUnM/s400/is.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 127px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 128px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the garage is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guinea&lt;/span&gt; pig that Molly brought home from school for the week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are planning to rent Fireproof, the movie starring Kirk Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until later.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5249729603356016144?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5249729603356016144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5249729603356016144&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5249729603356016144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5249729603356016144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-back.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/Sc1Gm-2VojI/AAAAAAAACy0/-8hq1F4bUnM/s72-c/is.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-2264487075386158970</id><published>2009-02-06T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:33.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><title type='text'>Farewell for now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Its with a real sense of sadness that I say good bye to blogging on this blog for now, as other things in my life will be taking up my time in the months to come.  I have loved your visits,  your loving and encouraging comments, getting to "know" many of you and just the fun and challenge of thinking of things about which to post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;As many of you know, who have followed my blog, I suffer from chronic and, at times, acute, pain in my upper back of over thirty years duration.  The acute phases are happening far more frequently and I'm sitting more and more.  A terrible cycle has continued in my body over these many years, in my muscle skeletal system and the time has come (way over due) to start repairing the damage that has been done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yesterday I was evaluated at a very long session (six hours) at a Rehab Institute which has had great success with pain management.  Long story short, my life style is going to change dramatically in the next few months.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be meeting at the rehab institute one day a week for several hours of therapy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have therapy to do at home with "rubber bands".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must ride my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recumbent&lt;/span&gt; bike daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be in a specialized aquatic program three days a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must keep a food diary daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must get to bed between eleven and twelve p.m., instead of between two and four a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;This is a drastic life style change for me.  I am hoping that I will have time to still make cards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;  I am going to continue &lt;a href="http://sassafrasandgingerbread.blogspot.com/"&gt;with my card blog&lt;/a&gt;, hopefully, for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;If you ever think about it, I would so appreciate your prayers, as this is going to be one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life.  The consistancy is a necessity, which will be difficult for me.  (I am making a spread sheet for some accountability)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I plan to keep up with your blogs, but will not be as faithful at leaving comments because of these new time constraints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a great ride!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-2264487075386158970?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/2264487075386158970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=2264487075386158970&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2264487075386158970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2264487075386158970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell-for-now.html' title='Farewell for now...'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-7359447973606184177</id><published>2009-02-04T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:59:28.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portland'/><title type='text'>Almost Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SYnk6DCkLEI/AAAAAAAAClw/p-oCO0IpEZU/s1600-h/Hawthorne_Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SYnk6DCkLEI/AAAAAAAAClw/p-oCO0IpEZU/s400/Hawthorne_Snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299018122477710402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a night shot taken recently during our big snow event, no idea who took it,  but to get that much clarity and depth of field they were good!!    The Hawthorne Bridge is one of the several which crosses the Willamette river through the heart of the city.  The river is very still in this shot, which is unusual,  but for the small hours of the morning when river traffic is nil and the wind is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-7359447973606184177?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7359447973606184177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=7359447973606184177&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7359447973606184177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7359447973606184177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-wordless-wednesday.html' title='Almost Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SYnk6DCkLEI/AAAAAAAAClw/p-oCO0IpEZU/s72-c/Hawthorne_Snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1123813322049753399</id><published>2009-02-01T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:53:07.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>"Daddy's here."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Several years ago my grandchildren were baptized by their Dad one Sunday after the morning service at their church.  As grandson, Elliot, stepped down into the water to join his waiting Dad, he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visibly&lt;/span&gt; shaking and his nervousness was very apparent.  As soon as he was in the water, his Dad gathered him close to himself and through his mike we could hear him say to his son,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Its okay, buddy, Daddy's here."&lt;/span&gt;  And with that Elliot's body relaxed into his Dad's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I heard this, of course, I was moved.  I almost immediately thought of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with our Heavenly Father.    We tremble and shake over the courses of events which fill our lives, and yet when we will relax in Him, can't you almost hear Him say, "Its okay, child of Mine, 'Daddy" is here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often I forget the beauty and simpleness of it all.  My Father,  God, has everything about me wrapped in His love and in His presence.  What a wonderful comfort!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1123813322049753399?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1123813322049753399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1123813322049753399&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1123813322049753399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1123813322049753399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/02/daddys-here.html' title='&quot;Daddy&apos;s here.&quot;'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-213411656681165558</id><published>2009-01-25T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:33.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes beef'/><title type='text'>five pounds of stew meat</title><content type='html'>Some time ago I bought a package of stew meat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cosco&lt;/span&gt;--five plus pounds to be exact.  Usually I divide it into four-five packages, but for some reason (laziness, probably) I did not divide it and there it has sat--big huge package in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came upon &lt;a href="http://pattys-pantry2.blogspot.com/"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt; at&lt;a href="http://pattys-pantry2.blogspot.com/"&gt; Patty's Pantry&lt;/a&gt;, and I knew I wanted to make it.  Patty has some wonderful recipes which I have used before.  Her two sites not only feed the soul, but also the body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make Patty's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barley-Mushroom soup&lt;/span&gt;!  That would take one and half pounds of the mountain of meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SX01P43vJbI/AAAAAAAACkE/fErhHyaDSOc/s1600-h/IMG_2117.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295447283938043314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SX01P43vJbI/AAAAAAAACkE/fErhHyaDSOc/s400/IMG_2117.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I decided to make a double recipe of my son Jon's favorite recipe--Beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Burgundy&lt;/span&gt;.  I am going to give you the single recipe I usually make--as you read through it think 'doubled!'&lt;br /&gt;This is super easy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beef &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Burgundy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 to 2 pounds stew meat&lt;br /&gt;2 cans cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;2 envelopes of Lipton Dry Onion Soup Mix&lt;br /&gt;2 cups of red wine (alcohol cooks out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in a soup kettle, dutch oven, or something with a lid.  Put in oven and cook at 200 degrees for eight to ten hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve over brown rice!  Delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its right out of the oven.  Rich brown gravy, and the smell is marvelous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SX01QPBoP7I/AAAAAAAACkU/YbnVqqq46Hg/s1600-h/IMG_2121.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295447289885114290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SX01QPBoP7I/AAAAAAAACkU/YbnVqqq46Hg/s400/IMG_2121.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in a bowl--I always serve it on a dinner plate with the rice and then the gravy and meat over that.  I don't have any rice made as this is going into the freezer in two big batches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SX01QNIi2EI/AAAAAAAACkM/5lEqx2gUwvU/s1600-h/IMG_2119.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295447289377249346" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SX01QNIi2EI/AAAAAAAACkM/5lEqx2gUwvU/s400/IMG_2119.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 299px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-213411656681165558?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/213411656681165558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=213411656681165558&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/213411656681165558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/213411656681165558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-poiunds-of-stew-meat.html' title='five pounds of stew meat'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SX01P43vJbI/AAAAAAAACkE/fErhHyaDSOc/s72-c/IMG_2117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1822487553855231918</id><published>2009-01-22T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:16:40.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='president'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><title type='text'>Farewell, Mr. President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SXjrLCctcvI/AAAAAAAACgA/U7fBSQ8BOTc/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SXjrLCctcvI/AAAAAAAACgA/U7fBSQ8BOTc/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294239936842396402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although I voted for you.... twice..... I did not always agree with your decisions....... however, whether I agreed with you or not, I will say that you have always been a “class act”.  You and Laura have displayed amazing dignity under the vitriolic hatred that has been spewed at you over the last eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be said, without fear of serious argument, that no previous president has been treated as brutally, viciously, and as unfairly as you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have endured a deliberate and planned assault on everything you stood for, everything you were involved in, and everything you tried to accomplish.  Your enemies were willing to risk the country’s safety, its economic health, and the very balance of the democratic system of government in order to get at you.  They have been out to bring you down at all costs, or at the very least, to destroy your personal and presidential reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the New York Times began jeopardizing national security by publishing secret security documents it had obtained,  the fact that you were able to curtail any further attacks while the media, as a whole. was working to undermine your efforts, is a little less than miraculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of these attacks, you have exhibited nothing but serenity.    You will be viewed by history as a man who picked up the worst hand of cards dealt to any president since Roosevelt...and you played it out better than anyone had a right to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other presidents may encounter the same level of mindless hatred and suffer comparable abuse--but we can be sure that no one will ever meet it with more equanimity than you did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breeding was never more apparent, than when you were under attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your graciousness to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in helping them with their transition, has been admirable.   I have appreciated your positive words,  for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I believe you show a genuine warmth for President Obama.  I suspect you admire his sense of family, his relaxed and easygoing nature, and his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this, I wish you well. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe history will treat you much more kindly than your contemporaries have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, George and Laura--God speed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SXjrLCeT2CI/AAAAAAAACf4/diUjgpDRrVU/s1600-h/img-article-page---mckinnon-bush-exit-5_23343961003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SXjrLCeT2CI/AAAAAAAACf4/diUjgpDRrVU/s400/img-article-page---mckinnon-bush-exit-5_23343961003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294239936849106978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory&lt;br /&gt;that far outweighs them all.&lt;br /&gt;So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary,&lt;br /&gt;but what is unseen is eternal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2 Corinthians 4 : 17-18  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wrote this because,  for the past eight years, the hatred I have heard expressed toward George Bush was more than anything I have ever experienced,  having lived through many presidents.  We have all had problems with presidents and their decisions, but this raw hatred, expressed by many of my liberal friends and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acquaintances&lt;/span&gt;, wore me down.  Along with this hatred was the implied stupidity with which the Republicans were viewed.  If you didn't agree with "them" you were stupid and uninformed...and several of my friends seemed to be consumed with their hatred.  It has not been a comfortable eight years for those of us who aren't liberal in our thinking.   I have a right to my beliefs, as do they, without hatred and derision being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blatant&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt;, hearing the jeering and cat calls towards George and Laura Bush made me sick...so if you have read this far, you know what brought this post on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  This will be my only post with political overtones, I promise.  I am committed to praying for President Obama and supporting him in all that I can.  The last eight years have taught me something--respect for the Office, regardless of what I may or may not agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1822487553855231918?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1822487553855231918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1822487553855231918&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1822487553855231918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1822487553855231918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-mr-president.html' title='Farewell, Mr. President'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SXjrLCctcvI/AAAAAAAACgA/U7fBSQ8BOTc/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5447730370715555146</id><published>2009-01-15T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:01:06.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbook--scrapbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim Elliot'/><title type='text'>The last scrapbook from the cedar chest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_VyTf1JjI/AAAAAAAACfg/mK5jSvoNngE/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_VyTf1JjI/AAAAAAAACfg/mK5jSvoNngE/s400/IMG_2067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291683147387577906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...."and  so 1956 begins"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is found on the front page of this scrapbook which contains a history of a very tragic event, yet a very triumphant and very meaningful part of our Christian history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P8onzivI/AAAAAAAACeA/CqFUfBQWETw/s1600-h/IMG_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P8onzivI/AAAAAAAACeA/CqFUfBQWETw/s400/IMG_2069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291676727787096818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I began this scrapbook the day our daily newspaper had a headline about a Portland man, Jim Elliot, missing with four of his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;companions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ecuador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; as they were trying to meet with a stone age tribe of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Auca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Indians  with whom they desired to share the love of God, through Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P81XwyNI/AAAAAAAACeI/Cw_4x4eVM24/s1600-h/IMG_2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P81XwyNI/AAAAAAAACeI/Cw_4x4eVM24/s400/IMG_2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291676731209468114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P9R49wfI/AAAAAAAACeQ/r4n6I8YUa1A/s1600-h/IMG_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P9R49wfI/AAAAAAAACeQ/r4n6I8YUa1A/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291676738864923122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Articles soon began appearing in periodicals and magazines--also the program from Jim Elliot's memorial service is on the left page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P9U2gaEI/AAAAAAAACeY/HyZdw01CC2E/s1600-h/IMG_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_P9U2gaEI/AAAAAAAACeY/HyZdw01CC2E/s400/IMG_2076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291676739659917378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LIFE magazine did a very large spread about the situation.  I have chosen a few pages below to photograph.  (double clicking gives you a better view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QX-r8Q7I/AAAAAAAACeg/eWnfx-c5KKw/s1600-h/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QX-r8Q7I/AAAAAAAACeg/eWnfx-c5KKw/s400/IMG_2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677197566493618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QYMIBCmI/AAAAAAAACeo/wNUjVGxdhW0/s1600-h/IMG_2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QYMIBCmI/AAAAAAAACeo/wNUjVGxdhW0/s400/IMG_2082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677201173908066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QYaIgNLI/AAAAAAAACew/qSCK6eiwJK4/s1600-h/IMG_2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QYaIgNLI/AAAAAAAACew/qSCK6eiwJK4/s400/IMG_2083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677204934046898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Letters to the editor' of Life on the left side and an article from Christian Walk on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QYpBUL-I/AAAAAAAACe4/uhHcwHJcz-Y/s1600-h/IMG_2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QYpBUL-I/AAAAAAAACe4/uhHcwHJcz-Y/s400/IMG_2086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677208930430946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moody Monthly covered the story with many pictures and personal stories&lt;br /&gt;of the families involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QZES7e-I/AAAAAAAACfA/3FDY8bsB3CY/s1600-h/IMG_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QZES7e-I/AAAAAAAACfA/3FDY8bsB3CY/s400/IMG_2088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677216252066786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aviation Fellowship had a whole magazine dedicated as Nate Saint was one of their pilots.  (I see the picture from the front had been cut out--probably for some report one of the kids did on something from that era)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QoAvWQyI/AAAAAAAACfI/6vtDrUSRe6A/s1600-h/IMG_2092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QoAvWQyI/AAAAAAAACfI/6vtDrUSRe6A/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677472995558178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Readers Digest had a condensed version of "Through Gates of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Splendor&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_Qob0X2YI/AAAAAAAACfQ/wNO4pKVmxfA/s1600-h/IMG_2094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_Qob0X2YI/AAAAAAAACfQ/wNO4pKVmxfA/s400/IMG_2094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677480264391042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last,  an article from The Sunday School Times--I don't even know if&lt;br /&gt;that is around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QohJwPXI/AAAAAAAACfY/ZeheyNkYfiw/s1600-h/IMG_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_QohJwPXI/AAAAAAAACfY/ZeheyNkYfiw/s400/IMG_2096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291677481696247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This scrapbook went to school with many of the fifth graders in my home, as that is the year they studied South America....so the scrapbook is tattered and torn, but has been read and read by many, many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in reading further how my own life was changed because of this event in our history you might want to read &lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/02/jim-elliot.html"&gt;this post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5447730370715555146?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5447730370715555146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5447730370715555146&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5447730370715555146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5447730370715555146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-scrapbook-from-cedar-chest.html' title='The last scrapbook from the cedar chest!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SW_VyTf1JjI/AAAAAAAACfg/mK5jSvoNngE/s72-c/IMG_2067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6989440037540632039</id><published>2009-01-10T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:17:05.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly'/><title type='text'>My After Christmas Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Molly girlie came for three days just before New Year's.  We always have such a good time together.  She is a true girlie girl and loves to visit....so we talk....and we make cards.....and she texts her friends in between!  (Now that texting is another whole subject!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlD16sZVZI/AAAAAAAACbs/1hFxaRlrx2U/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlD16sZVZI/AAAAAAAACbs/1hFxaRlrx2U/s320/IMG_2012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289833830890952082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Molly's Daddy wanted her to make him some thank you notes to keep on his desk at church, so he can send off notes to people he wants to thank.  So she made some really nice ones for him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (Double click on the cards to see the details)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She made the decorative sack in which to put the cards.  Her Dad was very pleased with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlD1fP6oTI/AAAAAAAACbk/xtIP2W1m8Z4/s1600-h/IMG_2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlD1fP6oTI/AAAAAAAACbk/xtIP2W1m8Z4/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289833823523742002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlD0c5gUCI/AAAAAAAACbM/LLGSbXVcYRQ/s1600-h/IMG_1998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlD0c5gUCI/AAAAAAAACbM/LLGSbXVcYRQ/s320/IMG_1998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289833805713002530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got the time for a hair cut, which was a bit of a disappointment to her, as the hair dresser didn't cut her hair exactly like the picture she took with her.  I thought she was adorable, but what Gram thinks is adorable, is not always Molly's idea of adorable!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its hard to believe that she is going to be 14 next month!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlGPN4cd4I/AAAAAAAACb0/5qiEfz9HCQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlGPN4cd4I/AAAAAAAACb0/5qiEfz9HCQ0/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289836464561747842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next time it will be Elliot's turn.  He was at a Christmas Camp at the beach for five days.  With our snowed in time, there were very few free days to have them come this year.  We do week-ends, though when they don't have sports, so I will nab him soon.  As they get older, they aren't as available to visit Gram because of all of their activities and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6989440037540632039?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6989440037540632039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6989440037540632039&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6989440037540632039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6989440037540632039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-after-christmas-visitor.html' title='My After Christmas Visitor'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWlD16sZVZI/AAAAAAAACbs/1hFxaRlrx2U/s72-c/IMG_2012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6759878007696361496</id><published>2009-01-05T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:19:33.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a winner of a free giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Some time ago, &lt;a href="http://rlambright.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robin at Be still and know&lt;/a&gt;...had a giveaway.  My name was chosen and she mailed my prize to me.  It was this lovely cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWK0Dc_wETI/AAAAAAAACac/Ywfri3iuT_w/s1600-h/IMG_2066.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287986883902574898" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWK0Dc_wETI/AAAAAAAACac/Ywfri3iuT_w/s400/IMG_2066.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a spot all picked out for it, but it didn't look right, so I put it on the wall in the family room, where I think it fits in beautifully. Thanks Robin, it looks just right and I like that it is beside the sheep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry it took me so long to post this, but with Christmas, I had to wait to try it after the decorations were all down.  I have never had a cross for the wall and I am loving it.  I think it is a great addition!  Its wonderful and I feel blessed to have been the winner!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6759878007696361496?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6759878007696361496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6759878007696361496&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6759878007696361496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6759878007696361496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-winner-of-free-giveaway.html' title='I am a winner of a free giveaway!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWK0Dc_wETI/AAAAAAAACac/Ywfri3iuT_w/s72-c/IMG_2066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1854990772463970492</id><published>2009-01-02T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:00:20.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow of 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve, 2008, is history!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you know from the previous post, we were in the middle of a huge snowstorm on Christmas Eve.  It was finally decided that we would meet, as usual, at my sister and brother-in-law's home for our buffet supper and gifts.  (my nephew and family picked me up with chains on their pick-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and were greeted by our hosts......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vRECWMAI/AAAAAAAACUc/xocLzvp9bog/s1600-h/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vRECWMAI/AAAAAAAACUc/xocLzvp9bog/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785351511584770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we ate, the children began opening their gifts and a police car pulled up front....and soon another one joined it.  It was my nephew and his wife, both on duty, but with a dinner hour to spend with the family.    .....and so, with their arrival, we were complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vR6P83uI/AAAAAAAACUk/IJd_OfphwKU/s1600-h/IMG_0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vR6P83uI/AAAAAAAACUk/IJd_OfphwKU/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785366064160482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Can you imagine having to dress like that for work???  They wear bullet-proof vests under their shirts--it all looks pretty heavy and combersome to me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had some WONDERFUL news to give us! They opened a gift and pulled out an OSU baby outfit! They are expecting a little boy baby June 16!!!!!!! This news created quite an uproar in the living room!! The shock and surprise…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;for they were adament about not having kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vSFe9zoI/AAAAAAAACUs/bY3D5DzlMrA/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vSFe9zoI/AAAAAAAACUs/bY3D5DzlMrA/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785369079926402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, God has other plans for them!!!!! We are SO excited,  to say the least!  I am so thrilled that my nephew, who is a tender-hearted, gentle giant of a man, will have his own little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he is too old, but age doesn't seem to matter any more.  He is 45 and she will be 38 when baby comes.  They will do just fine.  They will have to adjust their life style, but it will all be worth it.....and they will come to realize that in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so our night ended on that most happy note and we made our way home through the snow.  My son, Jonathan and family came out here for the night.  After stockings and breakfast, a little visiting, and just a happy, laughter-filled morning, I made a little lunch and sent them on their way, as it was snowing hard again.  They live an hour's drive south of us,  so needed to get on the road for home.  Just one problem, they couldn't get their van out of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vSU1hxbI/AAAAAAAACU0/4eCx1U2pu3A/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vSU1hxbI/AAAAAAAACU0/4eCx1U2pu3A/s400/IMG_1980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785373201089970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after some digging, some pushing, and patience, they were on the move for a very good drive home without incident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy time for all of us.  As I age, I so love the time spent with family and realize what a blessing they all are to me.  I am so grateful for our rich heritage given us by our parents and grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1854990772463970492?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1854990772463970492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1854990772463970492&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1854990772463970492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1854990772463970492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve-2008-is-history.html' title='Christmas Eve, 2008, is history!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SV5vRECWMAI/AAAAAAAACUc/xocLzvp9bog/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-3723987844612241556</id><published>2008-12-22T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:28:54.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter storm 08'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Some pictures from the storm of '08!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This will be a collection from the Portland area with which to remember this storm!  (The worst in our area since 69)  Hopefully, I'll get some of my area.  I live on the East side of town and we often get it worse here because we are closer to the Gorge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPUBrjeGI/AAAAAAAACPI/ETwO3-bLEuo/s1600-h/IMG_4561_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPUBrjeGI/AAAAAAAACPI/ETwO3-bLEuo/s400/IMG_4561_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809568372684898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my high energy friend's driveway.  She shoveled this space so her son-in-law would be able to pull in when he comes to put on her chains so she can get out!  Pretty good for a 72 year old lady!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPT9XSA4I/AAAAAAAACPA/mGNnywZDrzA/s1600-h/IMG_4557_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPT9XSA4I/AAAAAAAACPA/mGNnywZDrzA/s400/IMG_4557_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809567213912962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPTT9juXI/AAAAAAAACO4/LtW6vyU_JFc/s1600-h/IMG_4551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPTT9juXI/AAAAAAAACO4/LtW6vyU_JFc/s400/IMG_4551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809556100168050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend's home on the West Side.  She hadn't done her driveway yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPTbCVudI/AAAAAAAACOw/zqIgKvgeJDY/s1600-h/IMG_4549_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPTbCVudI/AAAAAAAACOw/zqIgKvgeJDY/s400/IMG_4549_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809557999270354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPS5O2nGI/AAAAAAAACOo/KZ3EVOMcxV4/s1600-h/IMG_4536_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPS5O2nGI/AAAAAAAACOo/KZ3EVOMcxV4/s400/IMG_4536_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282809548924951650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shows the iced up trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from my cousins'  home on  my side of town near Troutdale,&lt;br /&gt;where the Interstate 84 has been closed for three days for a stretch of about 75 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBR4Qr2ipI/AAAAAAAACPg/xtVs55YxmDg/s1600-h/DSCF5976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBR4Qr2ipI/AAAAAAAACPg/xtVs55YxmDg/s400/DSCF5976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282812389899012754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The car is nearly buried, but the U. S. Flag is flying proudly in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBR4IUu7XI/AAAAAAAACPY/MO2hXmW6Yw0/s1600-h/DSCF5951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBR4IUu7XI/AAAAAAAACPY/MO2hXmW6Yw0/s400/DSCF5951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282812387654561138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Notice the lamp pole buried in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBR3zdkMoI/AAAAAAAACPQ/sNzAMRF9_7c/s1600-h/DSCF5950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBR3zdkMoI/AAAAAAAACPQ/sNzAMRF9_7c/s400/DSCF5950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282812382054462082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking out from her kitchen nook window.  It IS beautiful, but my oh my,&lt;br /&gt;how a collection of snowflakes can stop an area dead in its tracks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law's pickup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBoTiiyrgI/AAAAAAAACPo/6fJSFkcq2qs/s1600-h/IMG_0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBoTiiyrgI/AAAAAAAACPo/6fJSFkcq2qs/s400/IMG_0764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282837047805128194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother in law, Bill beginning to shovel out the walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBp4H4lBBI/AAAAAAAACP4/vbhqMkcIYVY/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBp4H4lBBI/AAAAAAAACP4/vbhqMkcIYVY/s400/IMG_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282838775815537682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBp3zjp0oI/AAAAAAAACPw/YZyy1EXScqg/s1600-h/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBp3zjp0oI/AAAAAAAACPw/YZyy1EXScqg/s400/IMG_0753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282838770359063170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is making progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBp4tNJYPI/AAAAAAAACQA/AJ2cXmzqp60/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBp4tNJYPI/AAAAAAAACQA/AJ2cXmzqp60/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282838785833918706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the depth of the snow where he has cut into the walkway!&lt;br /&gt;Poor old fellow. that was a lot of work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be added, some pictures from my front yard tomorrow, unless it is all gone by then!  (I wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Surprise!!  It didn't melt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my garage to the right front yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjilTQl6I/AAAAAAAACQI/7zp6WYg8hBY/s1600-h/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjilTQl6I/AAAAAAAACQI/7zp6WYg8hBY/s400/IMG_1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283113283661895586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the left is my six foot fence with drifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFji9pzhLI/AAAAAAAACQQ/v4N3B7IvoCY/s1600-h/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFji9pzhLI/AAAAAAAACQQ/v4N3B7IvoCY/s400/IMG_1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283113290198910130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;house across the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjjOYcFPI/AAAAAAAACQY/e3FwgK2xM5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjjOYcFPI/AAAAAAAACQY/e3FwgK2xM5Y/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283113294689473778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hope this tree stays where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjjV9EK7I/AAAAAAAACQg/A0X672pIGis/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjjV9EK7I/AAAAAAAACQg/A0X672pIGis/s400/IMG_1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283113296722144178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to the back yard--my poor geraniums--all buried in that drift except for one pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjkPeH4bI/AAAAAAAACQo/3tQ7_VubV-I/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjkPeH4bI/AAAAAAAACQo/3tQ7_VubV-I/s400/IMG_1966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283113312161620402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my hedge may have bitten the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjwR14vvI/AAAAAAAACQw/h7TeSgQA370/s1600-h/IMG_1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjwR14vvI/AAAAAAAACQw/h7TeSgQA370/s400/IMG_1970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283113518956592882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No baths for the birdies today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjwjub3sI/AAAAAAAACQ4/EflgKRftlH4/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVFjwjub3sI/AAAAAAAACQ4/EflgKRftlH4/s400/IMG_1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283113523757178562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to the weather reports, five more inches tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a pizza to be delivered!!  Hope he makes it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-3723987844612241556?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/3723987844612241556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=3723987844612241556&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3723987844612241556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3723987844612241556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-pictures-from-storm-of-08.html' title='Some pictures from the storm of &apos;08!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SVBPUBrjeGI/AAAAAAAACPI/ETwO3-bLEuo/s72-c/IMG_4561_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5036314821036327832</id><published>2008-12-21T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:05:46.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>OH! The weather outside is frightful!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SU8a_Ap7E3I/AAAAAAAACOg/AVJVikCSSzE/s1600-h/CIMG1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SU8a_Ap7E3I/AAAAAAAACOg/AVJVikCSSzE/s400/CIMG1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282470557738799986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin's home above her family's  farm in Troutdale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week ago today, we awakened to snow and ice and thus began our week!  There was some type of snow, wind, cold weather all week long.  Yesterday, (Saturday) we started getting snow in earnest.  Along with the snow, came the East wind from the Columbia River Gorge....which caused drifts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In looking out my bedroom window this morning, I see that I have a drift right up to the window sill, covering all five of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Azaleas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;!  The trees are covered in ice for I forgot to mention that an icy rain fell all night long.  We are still under 32 degrees, so it looks like it will stay for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am so thankful that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;my Christmas shopping is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;       I am warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;       my electricity is still working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        my freezer is full of oven ready foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        my phone is working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        many friends and family call to check up on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        I don't mind being snowed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        I have lots of things to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;        this, too, shall pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As we age, we become very protective of our bones that have remained in one piece, and for that reason, I have not left my house except for one hour during a calm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;melty&lt;/span&gt;-looking day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to finish getting all of my stocking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stuffers&lt;/span&gt;, so I am so thankful for that.  Other than that I have remained inside--not even going to the mail box.  I have some braver friends who stop by and when they do they bring in my mail for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this update from Oregon, I must close.  I think my garage door is frozen shut....so even if I wanted to go some place, I couldn't get the car out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all hoping we can get to our family gathering for Christmas Eve dinner and opening of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orcasreflections.blogspot.com/"&gt;A friend of mine&lt;/a&gt; just wrote her reflections about being stranded up in her vacation home on Orcas island.  She has a flair for writing, so it is an interesting read if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust all of you are almost ready for this precious Holiday in which we take the time to honor and celebrate the birth of our risen Lord Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5036314821036327832?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5036314821036327832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5036314821036327832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5036314821036327832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5036314821036327832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='OH! The weather outside is frightful!!!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SU8a_Ap7E3I/AAAAAAAACOg/AVJVikCSSzE/s72-c/CIMG1434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1638397103020748531</id><published>2008-12-17T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:57:47.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My tooth surgery is behind me and I was thrilled with the lack of pain!!  Its been a great recovery--some bruising down my chin, but truly unremarkable for which I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; thankful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unfortunately, I've been down for eight days with my back....and so since I have nothing exciting to post about, I'm going to share some pictures of the Christmas spirit at my house---where I no longer do a big tree, but have groupings of pretties collected together.  Nothing exciting like I have seen in some of your beautiful pictures...but its all I need for this chapter of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The entry way, looking down the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZokNmZYI/AAAAAAAACNg/x-f7J7uNaKI/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZokNmZYI/AAAAAAAACNg/x-f7J7uNaKI/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280920960263153026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the entry looking toward the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmYtzTWDSI/AAAAAAAACNA/JWcZPpcOHyM/s1600-h/IMG_1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmYtzTWDSI/AAAAAAAACNA/JWcZPpcOHyM/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280919950701497634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZqJyNtUI/AAAAAAAACN4/wx_0LFn3Roc/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZqJyNtUI/AAAAAAAACN4/wx_0LFn3Roc/s400/IMG_1945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280920987528705346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmXu3bEENI/AAAAAAAACMw/WtE7rzLWhEA/s1600-h/IMG_1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmXu3bEENI/AAAAAAAACMw/WtE7rzLWhEA/s400/IMG_1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280918869475856594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pie tin in the family room with all of the little goodies, trains, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZp-sAZ6I/AAAAAAAACNw/o8vRaSB8K6U/s1600-h/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZp-sAZ6I/AAAAAAAACNw/o8vRaSB8K6U/s400/IMG_1927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280920984549877666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hearth holds joys from childhood with a large red tin of&lt;br /&gt;Christmas books from over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmXuNByx6I/AAAAAAAACMg/VWAD7coo3as/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmXuNByx6I/AAAAAAAACMg/VWAD7coo3as/s400/IMG_1891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280918858095576994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the mantel is a catchall of hand crafted wood items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmYvLHfJBI/AAAAAAAACNY/1azrR4kDOuE/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmYvLHfJBI/AAAAAAAACNY/1azrR4kDOuE/s400/IMG_1929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280919974274081810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The candy cane tree is a project from many years ago.  This is the family room and all decorations are available for kids to play with, look at and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZpC2bXxI/AAAAAAAACNo/xO8xdPlvjus/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZpC2bXxI/AAAAAAAACNo/xO8xdPlvjus/s400/IMG_1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280920968487460626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since son, Jonathan, was married eighteen years ago, we have the tradition of them sleeping overnight at my house and getting up together for stockings in the morning, followed by a Christmas breakfast.  I try to make it festive and always have the table &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;looking  pretty.  The following two pictures are from the breakfast tables  from several years ago.  and I have no idea why this suddenly began to underline!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmaHbgn9ZI/AAAAAAAACOI/NNJ4x7Rt4Ig/s1600-h/Scan+7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmaHbgn9ZI/AAAAAAAACOI/NNJ4x7Rt4Ig/s400/Scan+7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280921490502972818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the year of decorating with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tulle&lt;/span&gt;--notice the light fixture even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmefija_iI/AAAAAAAACOY/OSIBsJoJ0O8/s1600-h/Scan+8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmefija_iI/AAAAAAAACOY/OSIBsJoJ0O8/s400/Scan+8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280926302757125666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This must have been when the children were small, as&lt;br /&gt;I am using the everyday dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmYtoDijkI/AAAAAAAACM4/13KZkxHn_Sg/s1600-h/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmYtoDijkI/AAAAAAAACM4/13KZkxHn_Sg/s400/IMG_1898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280919947682418242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my current dining room--not yet set,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it will be beautiful for Christmas morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite rooms, for I love how the sunlight dapples into the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1638397103020748531?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1638397103020748531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1638397103020748531&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1638397103020748531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1638397103020748531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/odds-and-ends.html' title='Odds and Ends'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SUmZokNmZYI/AAAAAAAACNg/x-f7J7uNaKI/s72-c/IMG_1943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-3750609923651571457</id><published>2008-12-07T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:05:56.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Angel Caper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never come to the Christmas season without remembering the year we made angels which was many years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As my teaching partner and I sat down to plan out our Christmas project for our two classrooms of third graders, one of us had seen this beautiful angel and we decided to tackle it!!  It seemed doable, and fairly inexpensive since it was mostly made of things around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We began collecting for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt; project!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old sheets, doilies, odds and ends of trims, old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;panty&lt;/span&gt; hose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We supplied the cardboard needed, as well as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; heads and the spray paint.  We also bought a large spool of white crinkle type paper ribbon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally the day arrived to begin the project.  Friday afternoons had been set aside for working on this project.  Our mother helpers came to help.  (We couldn't have done it without them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We began with our forms, which were made from cardboard half circles rolled into a round &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pyramid&lt;/span&gt; looking thing.  That was the easy part.   (as I look at the pictures, I forgot to add that the arms were taped to the cardboard form before the actual work began.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next.......each kid got a nice square of donated sheet...and then the fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;began!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We dipped the sheet pieces in buckets of Elmer's glue and water and squeezed it out, and began &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;draping&lt;/span&gt; it over the cardboard form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The mess was beyond description--oh!   I forgot to say that we did it in the cafeteria and we had Joyce, our cook, breathing down our necks not to leave a mess!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly it was time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt;, so each kid took their wet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;draped&lt;/span&gt; angel and we found places all over our rooms to sit them to dry.  After the kids were on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;buses&lt;/span&gt;, my teaching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;partner&lt;/span&gt; and I went back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cafeteria&lt;/span&gt; and scrubbed tables, benches and floors, until it was spotless.  We were quite afraid of our cook, whose bark was really worse than her bite, but we had a healthy respect for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides we were well brought up girls whose Mothers had taught us to clean up our messes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We worked on these angels for several Fridays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And one day it was time to spray paint them gold!  We did that after the kids went home as that was more than third &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;graders&lt;/span&gt; could have or would have, handled well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next Friday, we added the bows and a little Christmas bling, and they were complete....and truly works of art.  No two were the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We looked at each other the day they took them home, all wrapped and ready to present to their families and said, "NEVER AGAIN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxDxrb4zBI/AAAAAAAACKI/h21XymehLe4/s1600-h/Scan+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxDxrb4zBI/AAAAAAAACKI/h21XymehLe4/s400/Scan+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167384123722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we began to run into future parents in the hallways, and they always stopped us and told us they could hardly wait until their child was in third grade as they loved the angels we had made!!  Then we had to break it to them  gently, that it was a one time project!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later I had a Holiday Craft Sale in my home and one of the things that I made was fourteen of those angels!!  That was absolutely the last time I ever did angels!  My two that I had made with the students hung around for many Christmas' until I gave them to my daughter, Tammy, when she got her first apartment about five year ago.  I was happy to part with them and she loves them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are as part of the mantle collection at my old house many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxDxtCu9SI/AAAAAAAACKQ/ZVsM-nxfNY0/s1600-h/Scan+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxDxtCu9SI/AAAAAAAACKQ/ZVsM-nxfNY0/s400/Scan+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277167384555091234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In counting backwards, I figure that we made these about twenty eight  years ago!  (No wonder I forgot they had arms!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-3750609923651571457?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/3750609923651571457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=3750609923651571457&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3750609923651571457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3750609923651571457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/angel-caper.html' title='The Angel Caper'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxDxrb4zBI/AAAAAAAACKI/h21XymehLe4/s72-c/Scan+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5228599411203232502</id><published>2008-12-06T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:02:53.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='root canal'/><title type='text'>The $3500 Dollar Tooth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In August, I had the first of four appointments for a root canal.  The crown finally went on the middle of October and everything seemed fine, until about 4 weeks ago when that tooth became very tender.  I kept thinking it would go away.  It didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long story, short version, Monday, after a referral to a specialist, I am having dental surgery which entails an incision below the roots and a cleaning out of the bone to try to get to the root of the problem.  He says it will not improve on its own.  (sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am NOT looking forward to this procedure.  Last Monday as I walked out of the specialist's office, I was terribly upset....and scared.  When I got in the car, I was trying very hard to think of something about this situation for which I could be thankful.  I begrudgingly decided I was thankful that I had the money to pay for the surgery!  (Certainly, not my idea of how I want to spend my money!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now....the tooth work will have totaled $3500 after Monday!  I certainly hope there are no more teeth waiting to explode!  If there are, I'll never get to cruise again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I cannot take narcotic pain pills, the dentist explained that it will be uncomfortable for 4-5 days.  I'll use ice packs.  My hair dresser today told me to take an ounce of Vodka every four hours and I wouldn't feel any pain!!  She has the answer to everything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am trusting that the outcome will be successful and there will be no infection  with which to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the house is decorated and the Christmas music is playing nonstop.  I think I will take my ice pack and just sit and soak up the pretties in the living room and lose myself in the Christmas music!!  (and try not to think about the wrapping and shopping that still needs to be done!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STpeOkyUBCI/AAAAAAAACJ4/n3yZAJz6kP0/s1600-h/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STpeOkyUBCI/AAAAAAAACJ4/n3yZAJz6kP0/s400/IMG_1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276633517903840290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5228599411203232502?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5228599411203232502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5228599411203232502&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5228599411203232502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5228599411203232502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/3500-dollar-tooth.html' title='The $3500 Dollar Tooth!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STpeOkyUBCI/AAAAAAAACJ4/n3yZAJz6kP0/s72-c/IMG_1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1076424652709904365</id><published>2008-12-03T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:40:07.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='White House ornaments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The White House Ornaments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whitehousehistory.org/01/01.html://"&gt;The White House historical association&lt;/a&gt; sells a White House Ornament every year that is dated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In 1990, my Mother began our collection by giving them to each family yearly.  When she was called Home in 2000, my dear sister continued the tradition until we each now have a nice grouping of them.  I put mine on a small tree for the holidays.  I have sixteen of them--two are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxCZcPjEZI/AAAAAAAACKA/O14OqalrFXs/s1600-h/Scan+6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxCZcPjEZI/AAAAAAAACKA/O14OqalrFXs/s400/Scan+6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277165868216947090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are two of them that I took close up for you to see.  They come beautifully boxed, with a pamphlet telling the  history of the President who is commemorated.  They have had historical presidents so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STd87x1wJlI/AAAAAAAACIw/nmsU7dGIhbM/s1600-h/IMG_1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STd87x1wJlI/AAAAAAAACIw/nmsU7dGIhbM/s400/IMG_1813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275822854920742482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STd87-yI1wI/AAAAAAAACIo/To8W0g7W_QU/s1600-h/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STd87-yI1wI/AAAAAAAACIo/To8W0g7W_QU/s400/IMG_1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275822858395244290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Mother loved beautiful things...and she especially loved anything with gold on it.  She was always excited to see what the new one looked like.  We have enjoyed this tradition for the last eighteen years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For a sneak preview of the 2008 ornament, you can go to the website, highlighted in the first sentence of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1076424652709904365?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1076424652709904365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1076424652709904365&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1076424652709904365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1076424652709904365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/white-house-ornaments.html' title='The White House Ornaments'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STxCZcPjEZI/AAAAAAAACKA/O14OqalrFXs/s72-c/Scan+6.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6226466544118731482</id><published>2008-12-01T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:42:25.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick'/><title type='text'>Four Fabulous Days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, Thanksgiving is over for this year.  It is always a wonderful day to reflect, to remember past Thanksgivings, and the joys of family.  We were only seven this year, as it was the 'in-laws' turn for most of the kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandson Elliot, came Thursday evening after his day with his other grandma.  He stayed with me until Saturday morning, as he wanted to get home for the 'Civil War' party his parents were hosting to watch the Oregon/Oregon State football game.  So, the stay was short, but we got in a couple of episodes of 'The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Waltons&lt;/span&gt;', got him a hair trim, visited and laughed together, and in general had a great time!  (Elliot brings energy, no matter where he is!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I flew around here, cleaning up for my next guest,  Nicolas, who drove himself to my house.  This was his first drive clear to my end of the city, so he was quite pleased and I was thrilled to have him.  We played games...and then we played games....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our pastor and his wife called Sunday evening and wanted to know if we would be up to playing some games!  Of course we were, so they arrived with their son who is Nick's age.  They even brought a pizza, some yummy fruit and we ate  together first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We played ROOK.  I hadn't played it for ages, but it was a game we were raised on in my home!  It was known as "Christian Bridge" in my young days, as we weren't allowed to play with regular cards.  (go figure!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STTWYUyqfMI/AAAAAAAACG8/bF9tnP-IXBQ/s1600-h/IMG_1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STTWYUyqfMI/AAAAAAAACG8/bF9tnP-IXBQ/s400/IMG_1781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275076776944106690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If any of you ever played ROOK let me know.  Our company last night played it pretty different than I had ever played it.  My Dad insisted on keeping it just like the rules.  Last night we played ONE high, and the ROOK card as the highest.  I won't even bother to explain how we partnered up!  It was a raucous evening.   We sure had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The game in the picture is at least 48 years old, as I found the names of my first two foster girls on a paper in the box and they came to me in 1960, which was also my first year of teaching.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, the memories of the hours we enjoyed playing games!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6226466544118731482?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6226466544118731482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6226466544118731482&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6226466544118731482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6226466544118731482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/12/four-fabulous-days.html' title='Four Fabulous Days...'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/STTWYUyqfMI/AAAAAAAACG8/bF9tnP-IXBQ/s72-c/IMG_1781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5699828726077876770</id><published>2008-11-24T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:18:21.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday at church, we had a young couple and their five children passing through Portland on their way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Medford&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate Thanksgiving with an Auntie of theirs.  This young couple are relatives, but we don't see them very often as they are busy running a large Bible Camp in Montana, year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So........as I sat two rows behind them, I had a good view of them and their children.  And I thought of their rich heritage in the faith.  I thought of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; work and the lovely children they are raising for the glory or God.  I thought of the old, old hymn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith of our fathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I teared up with gratitude and thanksgiving for this young couple who are striving to live their lives as they have had it modeled for them, first by their parents, and by Godly grandparents and extended family.  How blessed they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, you see, this young man is the nephew of Jim Elliot and his sweet wife is the niece of Elisabeth Elliot.  What a heritage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith of our Fathers living still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In spite of dungeon, fire and sword;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O how our hearts beat high with joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever we hear that glorious Word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith of our fathers, holy faith!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We will be true to thee till death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith of our fathers, we will strive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To win all nations unto Thee;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through the truth that comes from God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We all shall then be truly free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faith of our fathers, we will love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both friend and foe in all our strife;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And preach Thee, too, as love knows how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By kindly words and virtuous life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5699828726077876770?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5699828726077876770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5699828726077876770&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5699828726077876770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5699828726077876770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/visitors.html' title='visitors'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1768744281023096120</id><published>2008-11-18T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:10:12.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><title type='text'>Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If anyone has read my blog much, you will know that I adore my grandchildren and love being a grammy!  Someone sent me the following and I had to lift it from&lt;br /&gt;my email and deposit it here because I think it is so precious.  I hope&lt;br /&gt;you will bear with me...and if your are a grandparent, you will&lt;br /&gt;know why I enjoyed it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas are moms with lots of frosting. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bargain grandchildren are! I give them my loose change,&lt;br /&gt;and they give me a million dollars' worth of pleasure. ~Gene Perret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmothers are just 'antique' little girls. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;~Welsh Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNaysKw-cI/AAAAAAAACBM/olR_qO8QjJQ/s1600-h/ATT1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNaysKw-cI/AAAAAAAACBM/olR_qO8QjJQ/s400/ATT1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155815849884098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A grandmother is a babysitter who watches the kids instead&lt;br /&gt;of the television. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have children, only grandchildren. ~Gore Vidal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming a grandmother is wonderful. One moment you're just&lt;br /&gt;a mother. The next you are all-wise and prehistoric. ~Pam Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNay_FJ3JI/AAAAAAAACBU/uTkKyYrqBwM/s1600-h/ATT2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNay_FJ3JI/AAAAAAAACBU/uTkKyYrqBwM/s400/ATT2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155820926622866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandchildren don't stay young forever, which is good because&lt;br /&gt;Grandfathers have only so many horsey rides in them. ~Gene Perret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When grandparents enter the door, discipline flies out the window.&lt;br /&gt;~Ogden Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma always made you feel she had been waiting to see just&lt;br /&gt;you all day and now the day was complete. ~ Marcy DeMaree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNay_x59vI/AAAAAAAACBc/GUpRG8eB3xI/s1600-h/ATT3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNay_x59vI/AAAAAAAACBc/GUpRG8eB3xI/s400/ATT3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155821114324722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandmas never run out of hugs or cookies. ~Author unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our&lt;br /&gt;hearts forever. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have had them first. ~Lois Wyse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNazGe4O7I/AAAAAAAACBk/UUBVmuyvztw/s1600-h/ATT4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 393px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNazGe4O7I/AAAAAAAACBk/UUBVmuyvztw/s400/ATT4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155822913567666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My grandkids believe I'm the oldest thing in the world. And after&lt;br /&gt;two or three hours with them, I believe it, too. ~Gene Perret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If becoming a grandmother was only a matter of choice, I should&lt;br /&gt;advise every one of you straight away to become one. There is&lt;br /&gt;no fun for old people like it! ~Hannah Whithall Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNazIQLWyI/AAAAAAAACBs/KSXz7hfYaYs/s1600-h/ATT5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNazIQLWyI/AAAAAAAACBs/KSXz7hfYaYs/s400/ATT5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270155823388777250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's such a grand thing to be a mother of a mother - that's why the&lt;br /&gt;world calls her grandmother. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren are God's way of compensating us for growing&lt;br /&gt;old. ~Mary H. Waldrip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not really understand something unless you can explain&lt;br /&gt;it to your grandmother. ~Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_QkB4MI/AAAAAAAACB0/tTlotIn8Lcs/s1600-h/ATT6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_QkB4MI/AAAAAAAACB0/tTlotIn8Lcs/s400/ATT6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270156031777956034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour with your grandchildren can make you feel young again.&lt;br /&gt;Anything longer than that, and you start to age quickly. ~Gene Perret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby's grandparents. You&lt;br /&gt;feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long&lt;br /&gt;periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida. ~Dave Barry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the energy that my grandchildren have - if only for&lt;br /&gt;self-defense. ~Gene Perret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother-grandchild relationships are simple. Grandmas&lt;br /&gt;are short on criticism and long on love. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_prroSI/AAAAAAAACB8/b2IHSnqyhHQ/s1600-h/ATT7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_prroSI/AAAAAAAACB8/b2IHSnqyhHQ/s400/ATT7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270156038520938786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do.&lt;br /&gt;Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of&lt;br /&gt;little children. ~Alex Haley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother - a wonderful mother with lots of&lt;br /&gt;practice. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grandparent is old on the outside but young on&lt;br /&gt;the inside. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most powerful handclasps is that of a new&lt;br /&gt;grandbaby around the finger of a grandfather. ~Joy Hargrove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how grandparents seem so young once you&lt;br /&gt;become one. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your baby is 'beautiful and perfect, never cries or fusses,&lt;br /&gt;sleeps on schedule and burps on demand, an angel all the&lt;br /&gt;time,' you're the grandma. ~Teresa Bloomingdale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_7jpdGI/AAAAAAAACCE/yC_lJkFPcsg/s1600-h/ATT8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_7jpdGI/AAAAAAAACCE/yC_lJkFPcsg/s400/ATT8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270156043319080034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grandparents are similar to a piece of string - handy to have&lt;br /&gt;around and easily wrapped around the fingers of their&lt;br /&gt;grandchildren. ~Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about grandparents that is so lovely? I'd like to say&lt;br /&gt;that grandparents are God's gifts to children. And if they can&lt;br /&gt;but see, hear and feel what these people have to give, they&lt;br /&gt;can mature at a fast rate. ~Bill Cosby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandchildren don't make a man feel old; it's the knowledge&lt;br /&gt;that he's married to a grandmother. ~G. Norman Collie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_-DMJ2I/AAAAAAAACCM/JQMk0VFuld4/s1600-h/ATT9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNa_-DMJ2I/AAAAAAAACCM/JQMk0VFuld4/s400/ATT9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270156043988248418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1768744281023096120?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/1768744281023096120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=1768744281023096120&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1768744281023096120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/1768744281023096120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandparents.html' title='Grandparents'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSNaysKw-cI/AAAAAAAACBM/olR_qO8QjJQ/s72-c/ATT1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-8145805447533271343</id><published>2008-11-16T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:15.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college days'/><title type='text'>My Alma Mater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Tucked away in the hills above Santa Barbara, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Westmont&lt;/span&gt; College thrives with a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;campus&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neighboring&lt;/span&gt; many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt;, stately mansions, many built during the 1920s.  I was a student there for my freshman and junior years of college.  I loved every minute I attended!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;So it was with real sadness, I heard about the fires and the destruction to parts of our lovely campus.  Below are two pictures which are representative of the structure and surroundings of the campus before the fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSDNsWeJNiI/AAAAAAAAB_s/FAjN3Reacz0/s1600-h/armington.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437725853431330" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSDNsWeJNiI/AAAAAAAAB_s/FAjN3Reacz0/s400/armington.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 161px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSDNsJZnhKI/AAAAAAAAB_k/TL3o_lj-TpA/s1600-h/emerson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437722344785058" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSDNsJZnhKI/AAAAAAAAB_k/TL3o_lj-TpA/s400/emerson.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 242px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;A friend sent me this email today which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;describes&lt;/span&gt; the scene on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Westmont&lt;/span&gt; College the air was dense with smoke and the scent of burning pine.  Flames chewed through a eucalyptus grove on the 135 acre campus and destroyed several buildings housing the physics and psychology departments, a dormitory and at least one faculty home, college spokesman, Scott Craig said.  "I saw flames about 100 feet high in the air shooting up with the wind just howling," he told AP Radio.  "Now when the wind howls, and you'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got palm trees and eucalyptus trees that are literally exploding with their hot oil, you'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got these big, red-hot embers that are flying through the sky and are catching anything on fire."  Hundreds of students fled to the gym where they spent the night sleeping on the floor.  Some stood in groups praying; others sobbed openly and comforted each other.  Beth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lazor&lt;/span&gt;, 18, said she was in her dorm when the alarm went off.  She said she only had time to grab her laptop, phone, a teddy bear and a debit card before fleeing the burning building.  Her roommate, Catherine Wilson, said she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t have time to get anything.  "I came out, and the whole hill was glowing, " Wilson said.  "There were embers falling down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although its been 58 years since my freshman year in college, many of my life's fondest memories originate in that little college which has grown and flourished over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-8145805447533271343?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8145805447533271343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=8145805447533271343&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8145805447533271343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8145805447533271343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-alma-mater.html' title='My Alma Mater'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SSDNsWeJNiI/AAAAAAAAB_s/FAjN3Reacz0/s72-c/armington.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6546500347891581937</id><published>2008-11-06T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:19:50.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday and Thankful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;I woke up on Saturday with this cry on my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "Make haste O God, to deliver me!  Make haste to help me O Lord!"  Psalm 70:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;Today, I am almost pain free and I am so thankful!  I am moving,  made a card in the night when I couldn't sleep, and feel like dancing!!  Since Saturday, I pretty much didn't move anything I didn't have to, in order to avoid the spasms and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Today, I am rejoicing--life looks good again.  I'm looking forward to productivity.  I am thanking God for this new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In October, I rejoiced all through the month.  I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; pain free days.  It was marvelous!!  I got so many things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I had company for dinner--twice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I did some cooking for the freezer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I was active around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I went out--shopped, had lunch with friends, and had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I didn't have to miss church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I was joyful with the blessed relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I didn't wear my tens (electric stimulater) machine for ten of those 31 days!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; That's a record!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;And so I am thankful for every day I had in October....and looking forward to some wonderful, great days in November, now that the first six are history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;Today I am rejoicing in answered prayer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh taste and see that the LORD is good, blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.                                                 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;Psalm 34:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;I AM BLESSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6546500347891581937?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6546500347891581937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6546500347891581937&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6546500347891581937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6546500347891581937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-and-thankful.html' title='Thursday and Thankful!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-2320888593823426779</id><published>2008-11-05T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:58:26.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Election</title><content type='html'>Hear what &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFvlfc2VkN0&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/1473_thoughts_on_voting_and_politics/"&gt;John Piper&lt;/a&gt; has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;I am God's child (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;I am Christ's friend (John 15:15 )&lt;br /&gt;I am united with the Lord (1 Co r. 6:17)&lt;br /&gt;I am bought with a price (1 Cor 6:19-20)&lt;br /&gt;I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am a personal witness of Christ.  (Acts 1:8)&lt;br /&gt;I am the salt &amp;amp; light of the earth (Matt 5:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the body of Christ (1 Cor 12:27)&lt;br /&gt;I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2)&lt;br /&gt;I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant (Phil 3:20)&lt;br /&gt;I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34)&lt;br /&gt;I am a minister of reconciliation for God (2 Cor 5:17-21)&lt;br /&gt;I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)&lt;br /&gt;I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be separated from the love of God (Rom 8:35-39)&lt;br /&gt;I am established, anointed, sealed by God  (2 Cor 1:21-22 )&lt;br /&gt;I am assured all things work together for good  (Rom. 8:28 )&lt;br /&gt;I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 )&lt;br /&gt;I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12 )&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16).  &lt;br /&gt;I am complete in Christ (Col. 2:10)&lt;br /&gt;I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3).&lt;br /&gt;I have been justified (Romans 5:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's co-worker (1 Cor. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1).&lt;br /&gt;I am God's workmanship (Eph. 2:10)&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be&lt;br /&gt;perfected. (Phil. 1: 5)&lt;br /&gt;I have been redeemed and forgiven ( Col 1:14).&lt;br /&gt;I have been adopted as God's child (Eph 1:5)&lt;br /&gt;I belong to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-2320888593823426779?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/2320888593823426779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=2320888593823426779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2320888593823426779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/2320888593823426779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/election.html' title='The Election'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5083545151981920045</id><published>2008-11-03T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:15.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Commission</title><content type='html'>Down with a bad back.  Hope to be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5083545151981920045?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5083545151981920045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5083545151981920045&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5083545151981920045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5083545151981920045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/11/out-of-commission.html' title='Out of Commission'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-9176385477565738602</id><published>2008-10-30T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:58:07.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>The Strawberry Jello Recipe by Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some have asked for the recipe for Saturday's Jello I was making for the church potluck.  It is a recipe from my Mom, who often left out little direction details...but it went together well and was a smashing success at the potluck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQoswWoa6OI/AAAAAAAAB9o/ikADDCsyzRg/s1600-h/IMG_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQoswWoa6OI/AAAAAAAAB9o/ikADDCsyzRg/s400/IMG_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068323756304610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strawberry Jello from Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3  three oz. pkgs. strawberry jello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (I had to use 1 and 1/2 six oz. boxes because I couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;the little 3 oz. boxes at my store.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is important to use only 3 oz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of the second box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 cups of Boiling Water&lt;br /&gt;3 ten oz. pkgs frozen sweetened strawberries (again had to use 2 pints)&lt;br /&gt;1  16 oz. can crushed pineapple&lt;br /&gt;3 large firm bananas diced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sour cream&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolve jello in 3 cups of boiling water&lt;br /&gt;Add strawberries, stir until strawberries are thawed&lt;br /&gt;Add pineapple&lt;br /&gt;Stir in bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour 1/2 mixture into 9 x 13 pan (I used a large soup ladle to be sure to get even amounts  of  fruit and liquid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that is setting up in refrig, leave remaining half on counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix together 3/4 cup sour cream and 3/4 cup cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;Spread this over mixture that is chilled  (from refrig)  and pour other half of jello over the sour cream mixture and chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garnish with left over cream cheese mixture.  If Mom made it in summer, she always had some fresh strawberries to garnish the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-9176385477565738602?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/9176385477565738602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=9176385477565738602&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/9176385477565738602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/9176385477565738602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/strawberru-jello-recipe-by-request.html' title='The Strawberry Jello Recipe by Request'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQoswWoa6OI/AAAAAAAAB9o/ikADDCsyzRg/s72-c/IMG_1502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-3686599065637169946</id><published>2008-10-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:15.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy making cards.....</title><content type='html'>I am into making my Christmas cards and with daily chores, preparing my Bible Study, looking at all of my favorite blogs, I'm short on time....so rather than one of my long-winded posts, here are a couple of cards I just made.   I am enjoying this so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOJNxo-I/AAAAAAAAB9A/bZBBtHEZ2no/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262676309899846626" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOJNxo-I/AAAAAAAAB9A/bZBBtHEZ2no/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 339px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOXOQZhI/AAAAAAAAB9I/D7oEYa4NSwI/s1600-h/IMG_1533.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262676313659958802" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOXOQZhI/AAAAAAAAB9I/D7oEYa4NSwI/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 384px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOvtJWfI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/w8swF_mT-VY/s1600-h/IMG_1537.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262676320231971314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOvtJWfI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/w8swF_mT-VY/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 365px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOzFlmII/AAAAAAAAB9Y/2rjmZ-Qs_rs/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262676321139792002" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOzFlmII/AAAAAAAAB9Y/2rjmZ-Qs_rs/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The layout ideas came from Cheryl on &lt;a href="http://lifesrailroadtracks.blogspot.com/"&gt;God and I on the Railroad Tracks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-3686599065637169946?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/3686599065637169946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=3686599065637169946&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3686599065637169946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3686599065637169946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-making-cards.html' title='Busy making cards.....'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQjIOJNxo-I/AAAAAAAAB9A/bZBBtHEZ2no/s72-c/IMG_1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5923619118220113473</id><published>2008-10-25T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:39:31.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Saturday Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.....and I am sitting in the middle of a mess.  My office and my kitchen are in terrible disarray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having potluck at church tomorrow and the bulletin said, "Those in the second half of the alphabet bring either a salad or a dessert which serves between 10 and 12 people.   So.....I tackled a large strawberry jello recipe which was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; of my Mom's. It leaves lots of dirty dishes before it is done because of the way that it is put together.  I'm not a neat cook--I toss everything for the garbage in one side of the sink, until I am finished.  Because this jello is done in two parts, I can't really clean up until the first part sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOh_9Tc-vI/AAAAAAAAB6s/gMU3uNPhOgY/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOh_9Tc-vI/AAAAAAAAB6s/gMU3uNPhOgY/s400/IMG_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261226909858855666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I had a spare minute this week, I worked on my Christmas cards.  I didn't clean up my mess between cards, so the pile thickened.  When I start to create, I have to get out all of the designer papers I "might" use!  I then spread it out over my work table and my desk counter--what a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiBnVJuLI/AAAAAAAAB7E/jAOxRdnFnOg/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiBnVJuLI/AAAAAAAAB7E/jAOxRdnFnOg/s400/IMG_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261226938320140466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiBZ3xQ3I/AAAAAAAAB68/ZchcS73OGv0/s1600-h/IMG_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiBZ3xQ3I/AAAAAAAAB68/ZchcS73OGv0/s400/IMG_1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261226934707241842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiA5iFq1I/AAAAAAAAB60/liuT7CHjh88/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiA5iFq1I/AAAAAAAAB60/liuT7CHjh88/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261226926026369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least, I had to do my Bible study at the kitchen table because there wasn't room in the office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiB3kj8hI/AAAAAAAAB7M/BhatYU1d6W4/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOiB3kj8hI/AAAAAAAAB7M/BhatYU1d6W4/s400/IMG_1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261226942679740946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't follow the rule with which I raised the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; in it's place and a place for everything".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a place for everything, but it hasn't found it's way home yet!!  Today. before the sun goes down, my goal is that there will be order in my two busiest room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back to see the cleaned up mess.  (hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Sundown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is cleaned!   The jello is ready to take.  You can see how full it is.  I have a little clean up to do inside the refrigerator!  Its a layered recipe with cream cheese and sour cream in the middle.  I put the dab that was left over on top.  Aren't dishwashers wonderful??  All the bowls and utensils are inside and waiting for the wash cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPfED3hSOI/AAAAAAAAB7U/t3lgILTWDF4/s1600-h/IMG_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPfED3hSOI/AAAAAAAAB7U/t3lgILTWDF4/s400/IMG_1502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261294050549516514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The office is now organized and ready to finish the cards next week.  At least my piles on the work table have meaning!  I have seven new sets of stamps to get cut out and mounted, hence the pile on the end of the table.  That is a good project when watching T.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPfE1hkPqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_L1sWSEdvl8/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPfE1hkPqI/AAAAAAAAB7c/_L1sWSEdvl8/s400/IMG_1503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261294063879208610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The desk top is back to busy normal.  I have discovered that I like doing my Bible Study at the kitchen table, so I'm going to continue with that!  Leaves my desk cleared for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPlnXLHWEI/AAAAAAAAB70/2fa0TBESa40/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPlnXLHWEI/AAAAAAAAB70/2fa0TBESa40/s400/IMG_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261301254097164354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even cleaned  and straightened out my "bling" drawers.  For anyone who scrapbooks or makes cards, you know how quickly the 'bling' drawers get messed up.  I moved almost all of my flowers to a drawer by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top 'bling' drawer and the one beneath it has more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPkYnvXL-I/AAAAAAAAB7s/QK8izpBLOVA/s1600-h/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQPkYnvXL-I/AAAAAAAAB7s/QK8izpBLOVA/s400/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261299901334499298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday is close to being history.   I feel that I had a productive day and that always makes me feel happy.  I love getting things accomplished and it is so wonderful to be feeling good and being able to do what I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5923619118220113473?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5923619118220113473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5923619118220113473&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5923619118220113473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5923619118220113473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-saturday-again.html' title='Its Saturday Again'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SQOh_9Tc-vI/AAAAAAAAB6s/gMU3uNPhOgY/s72-c/IMG_1495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-876443352947316538</id><published>2008-10-18T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:30:47.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicolas'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nicolas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, you are eighteen.  How quickly the years have passed, some great ones, and some so very hard.  You have overcome huge obstacles and today marks a special milestone in your very triumphant and  successful life.  You are on the brink of manhood, ready to began achieving your dreams.  You are a miracle, and it  has been my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to watch this miracle unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYqn9UEAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/F8qCM9AhY_0/s1600-h/S5000193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYqn9UEAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/F8qCM9AhY_0/s400/S5000193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255938991933624322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it really sixteen years that have flown by since I first saw you at the age of two in the ICU at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doernbecher&lt;/span&gt; Hospital?  It doesn't seem possible.  It is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, walking into your room, looking at one of the sickest little kids, yet one of the cutest, I had ever seen.  You were one week after your accident, three weeks after your Mom's death, and you were in critical condition.  You were wrapped in iron from your "halo" which kept your broken neck steady, had a feeding tube and pump, and were on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;respirator&lt;/span&gt; to help your lungs heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOWEVER, out of that maze of tubes and iron, were a pair of the brownest, inquiring eyes I have ever seen!!  You looked at me, sized up the bag of tricks I had with me, and watched with avid interest as I began to unload my bag.  At that moment, you moved into my heart and there you have firmly stayed, my sweet grandson of my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When you finally left ICU, you were transferred to Emmanuel Hospital for pediatric rehab.  Do you remember any of those days?  I've told you lots of stories about those weeks.  You were finished with your tubing and despite "mine halo" as you called it, you were a happy, smiling little boy with an amazing vocabulary, I was to discover, after you could talk again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS7koAfSI/AAAAAAAAB40/ORXUM-jBYXM/s1600-h/Scan+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS7koAfSI/AAAAAAAAB40/ORXUM-jBYXM/s400/Scan+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258606698305715490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS7mtaqYI/AAAAAAAAB48/Z7u6qLWD9M8/s1600-h/Scan+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS7mtaqYI/AAAAAAAAB48/Z7u6qLWD9M8/s400/Scan+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258606698865273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you remember all of the trips we took that first summer to rehab?  We rode that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt;-Met lift bus for hours....and hours.  You usually had your afternoon nap on the bus as we came back to your home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS8JI0DGI/AAAAAAAAB5M/sLGuwLAY-NQ/s1600-h/Scan+14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS8JI0DGI/AAAAAAAAB5M/sLGuwLAY-NQ/s400/Scan+14.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258606708106988642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS71xe2bI/AAAAAAAAB5E/0zr6Ck5hbCk/s1600-h/Scan+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpS71xe2bI/AAAAAAAAB5E/0zr6Ck5hbCk/s400/Scan+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258606702908856754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite the hard work of Rehab, we had lots of fun times together.  You loved the playroom at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shriners&lt;/span&gt;, were a little apprehensive about getting your legs casted for your first braces, but loved playing with the child life specialist who always told you ahead of time with toys and play, what was going to happen.  There were many wonderful people in your life who helped with your rehabilitation.  I know you remember many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTpDXih-I/AAAAAAAAB6k/elsdpSs1Nw0/s1600-h/Scan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTpDXih-I/AAAAAAAAB6k/elsdpSs1Nw0/s400/Scan.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607479652255714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTN4vZU2I/AAAAAAAAB50/w0FQW22bTuQ/s1600-h/Scan+18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTN4vZU2I/AAAAAAAAB50/w0FQW22bTuQ/s400/Scan+18.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607012943057762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTOK6m4LI/AAAAAAAAB58/ZFWn8kCnzhw/s1600-h/Scan+19.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTOK6m4LI/AAAAAAAAB58/ZFWn8kCnzhw/s400/Scan+19.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607017821921458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I allowed myself to travel down this road we have traveled together for the last sixteen years, I am reminded of so many fun things we did together.  It wasn't all rehab and doctor appointments, although it felt like it at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to my house often and I remember the summer you were four and I had you for a week.  We read through all of the four boxes of the 'Bob Books' and a reader was born!!  Oh my, was a reader born!!!  You have continued to read far above grade level all through your school years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTpKajk8I/AAAAAAAAB6c/Gc9ZUKD9b6E/s1600-h/Scan%2B1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTpKajk8I/AAAAAAAAB6c/Gc9ZUKD9b6E/s400/Scan%2B1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607481543955394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you remember outings to the Children's Museum?  You thought the water room belonged to you and got very upset if anyone else even played in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTMnD_wzI/AAAAAAAAB5k/-Vysuh_8GRo/s1600-h/Scan+16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTMnD_wzI/AAAAAAAAB5k/-Vysuh_8GRo/s400/Scan+16.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258606991017755442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A wonderful ride on the Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oswego&lt;/span&gt; Trolley--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpToGOcXDI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ZFTFuWLgARY/s1600-h/Scan+21.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpToGOcXDI/AAAAAAAAB6M/ZFTFuWLgARY/s400/Scan+21.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607463239539762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there were all of our trips to visit Santa at the downtown Meier and Frank.  We always went on Max with a large group of friends and family for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTn2GMAlI/AAAAAAAAB6E/WWLfa9ByEAo/s1600-h/Scan+20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTn2GMAlI/AAAAAAAAB6E/WWLfa9ByEAo/s400/Scan+20.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607458909946450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't forget your choir experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTor1rRKI/AAAAAAAAB6U/e0_APWRzUOk/s1600-h/Scan+22.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPpTor1rRKI/AAAAAAAAB6U/e0_APWRzUOk/s400/Scan+22.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258607473336206498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we celebrate your birthday.  It cannot go by without mentioning the wonderful achievement you have accomplished.  Earlier this year I wrote about you getting &lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/01/nicolas-my-grandson-of-heart.html"&gt;your new car.&lt;/a&gt;   After many hours of practice and getting your car retrofitted just for your needs, you have  your  DRIVER'S LICENSE!  That is so exciting and I see a 'new you'.  You have a lilt in your voice and I can feel the wind beneath your wings, as you enjoy this wonderful new independence you have earned.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of you, Nicolas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And here you are getting ready for take off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYqiQdE0I/AAAAAAAAB3c/MnB-ryeBsfA/s1600-h/S5000196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYqiQdE0I/AAAAAAAAB3c/MnB-ryeBsfA/s400/S5000196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255938990403294018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chair had to be loaded...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYUZ1ryJI/AAAAAAAAB3U/hdVXrGVxw_c/s1600-h/S5000197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYUZ1ryJI/AAAAAAAAB3U/hdVXrGVxw_c/s400/S5000197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255938610186406034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYUPfFkPI/AAAAAAAAB3M/n8QtEbaxFp8/s1600-h/S5000198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYUPfFkPI/AAAAAAAAB3M/n8QtEbaxFp8/s400/S5000198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255938607407272178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are in the car and almost ready....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYTlbUSOI/AAAAAAAAB3E/_KBIUBKkPl0/s1600-h/S5000200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYTlbUSOI/AAAAAAAAB3E/_KBIUBKkPl0/s400/S5000200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255938596117170402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYTbzzWBI/AAAAAAAAB28/TtrULHDcdoc/s1600-h/S5000201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYTbzzWBI/AAAAAAAAB28/TtrULHDcdoc/s400/S5000201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255938593535514642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.....and you are off down the hill  to the big world beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYTbB6AyI/AAAAAAAAB20/O69hg918Nu8/s1600-h/S5000203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYTbB6AyI/AAAAAAAAB20/O69hg918Nu8/s400/S5000203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255938593326236450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....and so, my sweet Nicolas, the years have passed in a blink of an eye.  You have grown into a very self-sufficient young man, totally independent, despite the adversity you have endured.  You are an OVER-COMER, A WINNER, AN OUTSTANDING YOUNG MAN, and you stand on the brink of the rest of your life.  The future is before you.  I shall look for great things from you, my sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy, Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;  May your life be lived  to the glory of God, and may you be used mightily for Him.  God bless you, Nick!   I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-876443352947316538?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/876443352947316538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=876443352947316538&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/876443352947316538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/876443352947316538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-nicolas.html' title='Happy Birthday Nicolas!!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDYqn9UEAI/AAAAAAAAB3k/F8qCM9AhY_0/s72-c/S5000193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-7259564895633948126</id><published>2008-10-14T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:15.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A mid week filler--enjoy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;God's paintbrush is evidenced in these magnificient fall pictures from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The Butchart Gardens in Victoria, B. C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDwIJd_c_I/AAAAAAAAB4U/1YiQjYEi15A/s1600-h/image006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964787912700914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDwIJd_c_I/AAAAAAAAB4U/1YiQjYEi15A/s400/image006.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDwIpmmhpI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Fle611Up7H0/s1600-h/image007.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964796538750610" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDwIpmmhpI/AAAAAAAAB4c/Fle611Up7H0/s400/image007.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv-ARhn-I/AAAAAAAAB3s/T2NPkR4ANVE/s1600-h/image002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964613645803490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv-ARhn-I/AAAAAAAAB3s/T2NPkR4ANVE/s400/image002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv-eNaeII/AAAAAAAAB30/5YQ23YF91uA/s1600-h/image001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964621681621122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv-eNaeII/AAAAAAAAB30/5YQ23YF91uA/s400/image001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv-vyZExI/AAAAAAAAB38/uzVTupamuGg/s1600-h/image003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964626400121618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv-vyZExI/AAAAAAAAB38/uzVTupamuGg/s400/image003.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv_Q8mHnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/nkqUWRu5xXQ/s1600-h/image004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964635301289586" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv_Q8mHnI/AAAAAAAAB4E/nkqUWRu5xXQ/s400/image004.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv_gqDDMI/AAAAAAAAB4M/pSvHENPYwRY/s1600-h/image005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255964639518461122" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDv_gqDDMI/AAAAAAAAB4M/pSvHENPYwRY/s400/image005.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The Butchart Gardens are part of  our beautiful West Coast.  Below is a quote from a friend who drove up to her vacation home on an island, near the Canadian border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes of her trip......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-style: italic;"&gt;"What a beautiful day, beautiful drive....and the fall colors....and the Ferry ride...with all the islands, so green...... and the sparkling waves....honestly....spectacular....what a wonderful world....The West Coast definitely a Jewel in the Maker's Crown...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-7259564895633948126?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7259564895633948126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=7259564895633948126&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7259564895633948126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7259564895633948126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/mid-week-filler-enjoy.html' title='A mid week filler--enjoy!!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SPDwIJd_c_I/AAAAAAAAB4U/1YiQjYEi15A/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5721125955348257236</id><published>2008-10-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:15.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I don't like fixing dinner for myself, so every so often, when I'm feeling good, I cook up a few recipes that I can use for future dinners.  Today was one of those days....and I thought I would share my recipes with you for a change.  I started with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;3 cloves garlic (sliced up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;3 bay leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1 c. water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1/2 c. vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1/2 c. soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1 medium onion, quartered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;boneless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;, skinless chicken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;breast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;s, (I used 12 chicken tenders)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Put it all together in a covered pot on the stove or crock pot and cook for a long enough time to be sure the chicken is tender and pulls apart easily. Make sure to turn the chicken so it cooks evenly in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;liquid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I used a large frying pan with a lid and simmered it for about 1 hour on medium lo heat.  I turned the chicken 2-3 times during that hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;When the chicken was done, I used the juices with a little water for cooking my rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The rice was just yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;   I found this recipe on a busy triplet mom's website.  It is delicious!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The next step is eating one meal from it, and then packing up my homemade freezer dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxJXjrQlaI/AAAAAAAAB1c/F7Og0C1NCNs/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655534297028002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxJXjrQlaI/AAAAAAAAB1c/F7Og0C1NCNs/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The veggies are from a bag of mixed frozen veggies, thus they look frozen... because they are frozen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxJXs9nvaI/AAAAAAAAB1k/qsPjsWtJ1vg/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254655536789962146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxJXs9nvaI/AAAAAAAAB1k/qsPjsWtJ1vg/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three nice dinners are ready to pop into the freezer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the veggies which will be used in the recipes that I am making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxLyBMKEgI/AAAAAAAAB10/_v9Z9xK92Io/s1600-h/IMG_1420.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254658187919495682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxLyBMKEgI/AAAAAAAAB10/_v9Z9xK92Io/s400/IMG_1420.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next venture was a Bean Salad, which I won't freeze, but will use for lunches for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Bean and Corn Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;First, gather the following ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1 can of garbanzo beans, drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1 can of pinto beans, drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1 can of black beans, drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1 can of corn, drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;2 cans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt; Tel with cilantro and lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;one leek, sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;2 Tablespoons Italian Dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;dashes of chili powder, cumin and garlic powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;1/2 of a fresh lime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;fresh cilantro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Open all of the cans, and mix the corn and beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Add the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt; Tel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Add the spices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Squeeze the juice of half of a lime into the beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Add the leek and cilantro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Mix well with 2 Tablespoons of dressing and some salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Marinate overnight. Then, drain most of the juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Add a little more fresh cilantro, and serve cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxLG_eeUkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/KB3LVgFuNeE/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254657448725074498" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxLG_eeUkI/AAAAAAAAB1s/KB3LVgFuNeE/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture isn't the finished product.  Tomorrow I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;redrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; it and add a little more cilantro.  I had some today and it is really good.  no fat, and complex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;--very filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cilantro gives it a little "zing"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I always make my own &lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Italian dressing from Good Season's dry mix.&lt;/span&gt;  I love it and I mix half of the oil with water.  I also use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Balsamic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; Vinegar so it makes a darker dressing.  After I have it all together I put the blender on high and blend it for 2-4 minutes, which emulsifies the dressing so there is never any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;.  It lasts for weeks in the fridge....and is all I use now.  I never buy prepared dressing anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOyr1oDeGII/AAAAAAAAB18/zZJioJDy6bg/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254763803007916162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOyr1oDeGII/AAAAAAAAB18/zZJioJDy6bg/s400/IMG_1443.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a double recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I am going to make Roasted Red Pepper Soup&lt;br /&gt;which was served at an elegant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; I was at a couple of weeks ago.  It was delicious and we were able to obtain the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Roasted Red Pepper Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;2 1/2 T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Olive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt; oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 onion, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 small potato, peeled and thinly sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;2 garlic cloves, sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 T chopped marjoram plus extra for garnish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 T. tomato paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;3-4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;large red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt; bell peppers, Roasted and coarsely chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 teaspoon sweet paprika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Salt and freshly milled pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 quart of water or vegetable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Balsamic vinegar to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Heat the oil in a soup pot and add the onion, potato, garlic, bay leaf and marjoran.  Saute over high heat stirring often, until the potato and onion begin to brown, about 12 minutes.  Add the tomato paste and cook for 1 minute.  Add the peppers, paprika, and 1 teaspoon salt.  Pour in the water and scrape the bottom of the pot.  Bring to a boil, then lower the heat and simmer, partially covered for 25 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Remove the bay leaf and blend the soup until smooth.  Taste for salt, season with pepper and add a teaspoon or so of vinegar.  Serve with croutons on top and a sprinkling of chopped marjoram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't know how to roast a red pepper, so googled it and learned that you do it under the broiler, with the door slightly ajar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOyyr2nY6VI/AAAAAAAAB2E/My4QY4j55KQ/s1600-h/IMG_1429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254771331699370322" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOyyr2nY6VI/AAAAAAAAB2E/My4QY4j55KQ/s400/IMG_1429.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I rotated my peppers three times.  They peeled like a charm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I will make Maui Chicken and be able to get 5 freezer meals from this recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maui Chicken (crockpot or slow simmer on stove top)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt; 6 boneless chicken breast halves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;2 Tbsp oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;14 1/2-oz. can chicken broth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;20-oz. can pineapple chunks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1/4 cup vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;2 Tbsp brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;2 tsp soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 garlic clove, minced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1 medium green bell pepper, chopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;3 Tbsp cornstarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Brown chicken in oil. Transfer chicken to slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;cooker/crockpot. Combine remaining ingredients. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Pour over chicken.  I will cook on stove top with lid for under an hour at lo-med simmer, checking for chicken tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SO2R75cffyI/AAAAAAAAB2M/xgarUT666RI/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255016798429871906" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SO2R75cffyI/AAAAAAAAB2M/xgarUT666RI/s400/IMG_1457.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;By the time I have finished my last recipe for the week, I will feel like I have had a real work-out with all of the mess  and clean-up I make with each recipe!  Being able to get this done means I am having a good back week, so I am thrilled to be able to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The meals I make will last me for several weeks, as I often  have a spinach salad with lots of goodies in it for supper,  with a nice piece of sour dough bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5721125955348257236?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5721125955348257236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5721125955348257236&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5721125955348257236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5721125955348257236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOxJXjrQlaI/AAAAAAAAB1c/F7Og0C1NCNs/s72-c/IMG_1433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5226607299971361153</id><published>2008-10-03T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:18:14.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oregon'/><title type='text'>My Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I live in the western part of Oregon where it is lush and green year round. I can go one hundred miles west and be at the seashore....or I can go about sixty miles east and be on the edge of desert country! If I keep going I will be in central Oregon which is desert with beautiful formations. Below are some pictures from our beautiful central Oregon taken from from an ultra light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy!!  (consider this almost Wordless Wednesday--only it is Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairpeE4QI/AAAAAAAABzM/3BaY-bkmsXU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairpeE4QI/AAAAAAAABzM/3BaY-bkmsXU/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064886124339458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Balloons over Bend, Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairh_lHxI/AAAAAAAABzU/X1XQ1Dnk0zw/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairh_lHxI/AAAAAAAABzU/X1XQ1Dnk0zw/s400/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064884117380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;North Twin Lake near Lapine, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairrYHF6I/AAAAAAAABzc/32VrqXnoCAI/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairrYHF6I/AAAAAAAABzc/32VrqXnoCAI/s400/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064886636189602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smith Rock near Redmond, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairsJ-r4I/AAAAAAAABzk/XdtC0Q-uFDo/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairsJ-r4I/AAAAAAAABzk/XdtC0Q-uFDo/s400/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064886845353858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Bachelor near Bend, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOair8VRobI/AAAAAAAABzs/wEuVAKNJF1Y/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOair8VRobI/AAAAAAAABzs/wEuVAKNJF1Y/s400/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253064891187700146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Bachelor near Bend, Oregon  summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOam-uE9LWI/AAAAAAAAB00/RIlE5giSkpg/s1600-h/image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOam-uE9LWI/AAAAAAAAB00/RIlE5giSkpg/s400/image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253069611825180002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Jefferson near Sisters and Madras, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7E-v_JI/AAAAAAAABz0/KNWVA464mAY/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7E-v_JI/AAAAAAAABz0/KNWVA464mAY/s400/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065151207177362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lava Butte near Bend, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOajEhl0DvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/2W188Xs_vuE/s1600-h/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOajEhl0DvI/AAAAAAAAB0c/2W188Xs_vuE/s400/image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065313506037490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alkali Lake near Christmas Valley, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOajEttfCOI/AAAAAAAAB0k/TD2ifkN1cvk/s1600-h/image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOajEttfCOI/AAAAAAAAB0k/TD2ifkN1cvk/s400/image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065316759439586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alvord Desert near Steen Mtn...Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7Gto-CI/AAAAAAAABz8/N6AdsL6xBAs/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7Gto-CI/AAAAAAAABz8/N6AdsL6xBAs/s400/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065151672285218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painted Hills, near Mitchell, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7aMYAqI/AAAAAAAAB0E/OgmTpaDXm1o/s1600-h/image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7aMYAqI/AAAAAAAAB0E/OgmTpaDXm1o/s400/image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065156901470882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paulina and East Lakes near Lapine, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7V2LtGI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lRctIcKS1q8/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOai7V2LtGI/AAAAAAAAB0M/lRctIcKS1q8/s400/image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065155734647906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fort Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOajEvYnBBI/AAAAAAAAB0s/E6IO75Oodp4/s1600-h/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOajEvYnBBI/AAAAAAAAB0s/E6IO75Oodp4/s400/image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065317208753170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wild Horses near Alvord Desert, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesn't this just make you want to break out singing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"How Great Thou Art"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5226607299971361153?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5226607299971361153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5226607299971361153&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5226607299971361153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5226607299971361153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-oregon.html' title='My Oregon'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOairpeE4QI/AAAAAAAABzM/3BaY-bkmsXU/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-7987025818824701409</id><published>2008-10-01T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:15:35.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cedar chest'/><title type='text'>The Last of the Cedar Chest, with one exception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, we come to the bottom of the chest and there is one more scrapbook and some year books.  Nothing too exciting, but they hold wonderful memories of college days so long ago--yet many memories still vivid in my mind's eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORrzkRskDI/AAAAAAAAByc/1LVjoKtpy5U/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORrzkRskDI/AAAAAAAAByc/1LVjoKtpy5U/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441599076241458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORrztL0WyI/AAAAAAAAByk/tcHLV73_cww/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORrztL0WyI/AAAAAAAAByk/tcHLV73_cww/s400/IMG_1267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441601467505442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORr0M_KYpI/AAAAAAAABy0/bUl5vDvnDI0/s1600-h/IMG_1271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORr0M_KYpI/AAAAAAAABy0/bUl5vDvnDI0/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441610004357778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My college years are all recorded in the pages of this red album.  They were wonderful years, so full of music, rich fellowship, beach parties, trips to the Blue Onion for a hamburger, gathering around the piano in the lounge singing, standing in meal line knitting argyle socks while we were waiting,  and hosts of other great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above has my train ticket for my first train ride without parents along.  (and I do not know why these words are underlined!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORrz_YJm8I/AAAAAAAABys/5OAPpJFNAOM/s1600-h/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORrz_YJm8I/AAAAAAAABys/5OAPpJFNAOM/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441606351068098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A photographer came each year to take a picture of the whole student body out on the side lawn.  His camera started at the left and slowly  rotated to the right to get in the whole group.  This picture was rolled up in a tube for the last 58 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a small student body, with only 50 in our freshman class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORr0FGY8tI/AAAAAAAABy8/IGzuhl8oIsQ/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORr0FGY8tI/AAAAAAAABy8/IGzuhl8oIsQ/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441607887188690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can tell from the size of our yearbooks that our school was small.  Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Westmont&lt;/span&gt; College was not very old in 1950.  Today the campus has grown as well as the student body size.  I had an interesting college career.  My freshman year was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Westmont&lt;/span&gt;, my sophomore year was spent at home at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Multnomah&lt;/span&gt; College, my junior year was back at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Westmont&lt;/span&gt; with my freshman brother along.  After my junior year I thought I was tired of school, so I took a job in a hospital for a semester.  That was the best thing I ever did--After six months of bedpans, changing beds, bathing people, I knew I needed a degree!!  So I went to Lewis and Clark College and graduated from there in December of 1954 with a degree in Psychology and a minor in education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And on the bottom of the cedar chest was the tattered old picture below-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me about 15 months. (love the old tan shoes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORsCkXfyQI/AAAAAAAABzE/6gQVGKbpkvY/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORsCkXfyQI/AAAAAAAABzE/6gQVGKbpkvY/s400/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441856798607618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So the old cedar chest is gone and all of this stuff has been stored in a large plastic box.  There is one more scrap book that came out of the chest which I am going  to save for another blog as I am going to share some of the things it holds between the covers.  It is my after college book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life at best is very brief, like the falling of a leaf......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-7987025818824701409?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7987025818824701409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=7987025818824701409&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7987025818824701409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7987025818824701409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-of-cedar-chest-except-one-to-come.html' title='The Last of the Cedar Chest, with one exception'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SORrzkRskDI/AAAAAAAAByc/1LVjoKtpy5U/s72-c/IMG_0895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5291043689162530610</id><published>2008-09-30T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:27:53.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Starting this blog in January,  was done on a whim.  I didn't consider what I would write about.  I did not feel led to write devotionals--there are so many excellent sites in blog land for that.  And so.........for lack of anything else to write about, I just began to share  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;about my family and all I hold dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, and my life, past and present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOLd7nlAxTI/AAAAAAAABx0/pgC5je4pyjA/s1600-h/Website%2BPics%2B706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOLd7nlAxTI/AAAAAAAABx0/pgC5je4pyjA/s400/Website%2BPics%2B706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252004131773662514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was never my intention to portray myself other than who I am.  I find that as I share some of my life's stories, in reading some of the lovely comments that are left, I fear that people are giving me far more credit than I deserve.  Whatever good has come from my life, has been because of the Lord and His graciousness to me and my family.  Despite my many mistakes in parenting,  in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grand parenting&lt;/span&gt;, in being a daughter, sister, aunt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and friend, God has loved me through the mistakes and shown His mercy and compassion to me and my family.  We are who we are because of Him and His leading and guidance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please, as I post in future posts, keep in mind that any good that has come from my life or my life's experiences, is truly only because of God's faithfulness to me.  I want Him to have  the glory in all the areas of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In closing, I am so thankful for all that I have experienced in my life because of the love of God to me.  I was blessed with loving parents, certainly not perfect, but wonderful in my eyes.  My extended family are all so good to me.  Over the years they have loved all of my kids and added so much depth to their lives.  My two professions brought many of life's richest experiences to me and I deeply loved each occupation.  My children were gifts from God in a time when single women were not allowed to adopt.  My foster children came and went, providing many of life's hardest trials, but the kids with whom I am still in contact bring much contentment to my heart......and the crowning glory of my old age, is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of being a Grammy.  Oh! how I have loved that role!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOLd7k8iEkI/AAAAAAAABx8/ByLrCUZnf9A/s1600-h/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOLd7k8iEkI/AAAAAAAABx8/ByLrCUZnf9A/s400/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252004131067007554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, I share with you about all of these things, not to make me look good, but to share a journey that has had many twists and turns in it, yet a happy, fulfilling life.   God has been good.  As I take some of my walks down memory lane, as I sorted through the cedar chest, as I remember about the children when they were young, I am just reminded over and over again, of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;faithfulness&lt;/span&gt; of our God to me and mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a bit of a long ramble, so I shall close until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOLd8AeuT9I/AAAAAAAAByE/4-Zw7ilt-SI/s1600-h/Begonias+in+Pots.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOLd8AeuT9I/AAAAAAAAByE/4-Zw7ilt-SI/s400/Begonias+in+Pots.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252004138458173394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5291043689162530610?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5291043689162530610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5291043689162530610&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5291043689162530610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5291043689162530610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-posts.html' title='My Posts'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SOLd7nlAxTI/AAAAAAAABx0/pgC5je4pyjA/s72-c/Website%2BPics%2B706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-8379666218943710796</id><published>2008-09-24T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:14:38.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foster kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>meet two of my "girls"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are two of my "girls".  Linda, on the left is the 1st foster child I ever had and Tammy, on the right is the 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....... and the last foster child I had!  This was an historic picture,  for this is the first time these two ever met!!  (It was taken last night, as Linda had stopped by to pick up something which she had forgotten from the week-end and Tammy was just finishing up some work for me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNkvTOrahPI/AAAAAAAABwo/JvBmX52Vg3w/s1600-h/IMG_1366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNkvTOrahPI/AAAAAAAABwo/JvBmX52Vg3w/s400/IMG_1366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249278848081233138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.  Linda came in 1960, as a senior in high school,  and by 1965 or 66, she had received an LPN degree, married and  moved to California with her children and we only saw one another occasionally over many years, but were in contact by phone and letter.  For the last 20 years or so, she has come to Portland more frequently as she has a son and his family living here.  When she came for visits, the two of us would always meet for lunch someplace, but&lt;br /&gt;while Tammy was still in the home, I guess Linda was never at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the last twenty years Linda usually spends a week-end with me when she visits, but. of course, Tammy works and has her own place---so, anyway, each had always known of the other, but last night was the first time they had met face to face.  (They were both at Mother's funeral, but didn't meet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda went on to get very specialized training in brain wave testing, and enjoyed a wonderful career in that field.  She is enjoying her first year of retirement and is loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;Only ten years younger than me, we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; this past week-end over our years together.  She said as a teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, the ten years seemed a huge difference, but now we are older, it makes us contemporaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy came to me at age nine and she was a handful!!  But we hung in there, and today she is my helper girlie!  She has the gift of helps and is a willing hand whenever I need some thing done.  It works for both of us, for she knows my fussiness, so she is my perfect "hired" help, and she, in turn, is able to earn a little extra money each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy is gifted with children, works with the high school youth at her church, and for her "real"  work .....where else?.......in a day care center!  She does quite a bit of baby sitting on the side and seems always in demand from someone needing her help.  (She trained at North West Nanny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Institute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; out of high school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it--the first and the last.  I have had a fulfilling life and these two "girls" have been a huge part of that busy,  busy life with all of its ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-8379666218943710796?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8379666218943710796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=8379666218943710796&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8379666218943710796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8379666218943710796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-two-of-my-girls.html' title='meet two of my &quot;girls&quot;'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNkvTOrahPI/AAAAAAAABwo/JvBmX52Vg3w/s72-c/IMG_1366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6216191897452603375</id><published>2008-09-18T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:40:51.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandchildren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elliot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Elliot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dearest Grandson,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today you are fifteen!  How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;It was only "yesterday" that I held you in my arms for the first time&lt;br /&gt;and whispered in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;"You and I are going to be great friends!"&lt;br /&gt;...and we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK6ZiMYPI/AAAAAAAABso/ynYfOb41RaA/s1600-h/Scan+23.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK6ZiMYPI/AAAAAAAABso/ynYfOb41RaA/s400/Scan+23.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846301777977586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The joy you have brought into my life cannot be measured.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK6tET7aI/AAAAAAAABsw/9Yy_dzbTtY8/s1600-h/Scan+25.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK6tET7aI/AAAAAAAABsw/9Yy_dzbTtY8/s400/Scan+25.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846307021352354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...your first birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK64ca1kI/AAAAAAAABs4/nXKMWaaUsQ8/s1600-h/Scan+9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK64ca1kI/AAAAAAAABs4/nXKMWaaUsQ8/s400/Scan+9.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846310075258434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;......Christmas festivities every year with all the family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN4FSPWRI/AAAAAAAABtY/wr3oK2Xxfng/s1600-h/Scan+19.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN4FSPWRI/AAAAAAAABtY/wr3oK2Xxfng/s400/Scan+19.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246849560517499154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;........a calendar full of fun each December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK7FOTl6I/AAAAAAAABtA/6P7Q7Jb5S6k/s1600-h/Scan+21.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK7FOTl6I/AAAAAAAABtA/6P7Q7Jb5S6k/s400/Scan+21.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846313505724322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;......wonderful plays and activities all over Portland during the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK7U9o75I/AAAAAAAABtI/PsvE-Sqt2a0/s1600-h/Scan+20.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK7U9o75I/AAAAAAAABtI/PsvE-Sqt2a0/s400/Scan+20.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246846317730787218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;......going every year on the Max train to downtown Portland to go to Santa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Toyland&lt;/span&gt; on the tenth floor of Meier and Frank....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN30SivbI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BLZdb-5FUqs/s1600-h/Scan+22.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN30SivbI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BLZdb-5FUqs/s400/Scan+22.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246849555955367346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMSI&lt;/span&gt; activities during the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN4Gos2RI/AAAAAAAABtg/X7Jxn0fd6Us/s1600-h/Scan+7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN4Gos2RI/AAAAAAAABtg/X7Jxn0fd6Us/s400/Scan+7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246849560880142610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...spending every Christmas Eve over night at my house to wake up&lt;br /&gt;to stockings and brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN45IYKII/AAAAAAAABtw/JKB7VIYPN4g/s1600-h/Scan+11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN45IYKII/AAAAAAAABtw/JKB7VIYPN4g/s400/Scan+11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246849574434777218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....Easter egg hunts in my back yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyO5o3A_I/AAAAAAAABvM/ZsYmVd7hVPs/s1600-h/Scan+12.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyO5o3A_I/AAAAAAAABvM/ZsYmVd7hVPs/s400/Scan+12.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889534946739186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; on the back deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx1so9GcI/AAAAAAAABt4/MNNfKftVEgM/s1600-h/Scan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx1so9GcI/AAAAAAAABt4/MNNfKftVEgM/s400/Scan.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889101960747458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....loving playing dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...the little two year old who would call for me very early in the morning, "Grandma, I hear the birdies, its time to get up".  Then when Gram tried for a few more snoozes, here would come the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;plaintive&lt;/span&gt; little voice,  "Grandma, do you love me?" and that brought me right up and out of my warm bed to come get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....the wonderful times we had at the Children's Museum---you up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;firemen's&lt;/span&gt; loft and refusing to come down to me....oh my!  Lots of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN4bc8rNI/AAAAAAAABto/xU5FoBOg-ZI/s1600-h/Scan+18.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCN4bc8rNI/AAAAAAAABto/xU5FoBOg-ZI/s400/Scan+18.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246849566467992786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....all of our trips to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMSI&lt;/span&gt; and the marvelous learning that went on each time we visited, which was usually every time you came to came to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...trips to the beach and you making a fort in the sand, long walks, chasing the waves, running from them-- such memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx1z68hAI/AAAAAAAABuA/ys--Py84q3Q/s1600-h/Scan+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx1z68hAI/AAAAAAAABuA/ys--Py84q3Q/s400/Scan+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889103915254786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....driving Uncle Bill's boat on the Columbia River--do you remember????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....me driving down to pick you and Molly up each Wednesday after school, going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Stayton&lt;/span&gt; Library to work on homework, check out books, read to you, going for Subway Sandwiches for supper, then taking you home to put you two to bed while your folks were at their fellowship group.   I loved those years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...play dates with the cousins, with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shoman&lt;/span&gt; boys, with Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Glisan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swimming at Nick's...so many fun times when you visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhpJ6IvI/AAAAAAAABv4/x_zKDNPkpKQ/s1600-h/Scan+17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhpJ6IvI/AAAAAAAABv4/x_zKDNPkpKQ/s400/Scan+17.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889856939467506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....the fun you had at Imagination Station over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhEAk7fI/AAAAAAAABvo/YukIcr3U3TU/s1600-h/Scan+15.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhEAk7fI/AAAAAAAABvo/YukIcr3U3TU/s400/Scan+15.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889846968217074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...getting your first pair of roller blades--thump, bump, fall, get up......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhUkW20I/AAAAAAAABvw/v5T6twQw2bQ/s1600-h/Scan+16.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhUkW20I/AAAAAAAABvw/v5T6twQw2bQ/s400/Scan+16.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889851413257026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....bowling fun so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our wonderful Disney Cruise...and you insisting on going to the top deck for breakfast by yourself--so you could "meet" people....and coming back with the announcement that you had breakfast with a nice family from Canada, or someone from New York...you were quite the "schmoozer", getting to know lots of people on that trip--and we cannot forget how you loved the crab cakes and even got the recipe (for 500)  from the head cook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNC7-fiKshI/AAAAAAAABwI/_54d735te7k/s1600-h/Scan+25.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNC7-fiKshI/AAAAAAAABwI/_54d735te7k/s400/Scan+25.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246900248177717778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I could fill this blog with the hundreds of memories we have made together--many you have forgotten, I'm sure...but always alive and vivid in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx2Hp8d3I/AAAAAAAABuQ/vdi6BltwzAw/s1600-h/Scan+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx2Hp8d3I/AAAAAAAABuQ/vdi6BltwzAw/s400/Scan+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889109212657522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...appointing yourself our waiter for dinner--one of my ear rings and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx2KGIVyI/AAAAAAAABuI/nDchfMQRSNg/s1600-h/Scan+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx2KGIVyI/AAAAAAAABuI/nDchfMQRSNg/s400/Scan+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889109867747106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....getting all duded up and having a "cuppa" with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx2mlffrI/AAAAAAAABuY/qhFV0OE-KHI/s1600-h/Scan+4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCx2mlffrI/AAAAAAAABuY/qhFV0OE-KHI/s400/Scan+4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889117515480754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...attending the Missions Conference with Aunt Colleen and Uncle Bert Elliot....and meeting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Auca&lt;/span&gt; Indian who speared Jim Elliot, for whom you were named...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyN4B5XJI/AAAAAAAABug/rSN9PL1zGSg/s1600-h/Scan+5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyN4B5XJI/AAAAAAAABug/rSN9PL1zGSg/s400/Scan+5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889517335010450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....practicing golf at the pro shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyOEPgtPI/AAAAAAAABuo/lObOg4nx7sI/s1600-h/Scan+6.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyOEPgtPI/AAAAAAAABuo/lObOg4nx7sI/s400/Scan+6.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889520613340402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...always army stuff all over the floor for your battles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyOosjU-I/AAAAAAAABvA/RTDS_5rFs4I/s1600-h/Scan+10.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyOosjU-I/AAAAAAAABvA/RTDS_5rFs4I/s400/Scan+10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889530398823394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....building &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;---some new sets, but many having been your Dad's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you, sweet child.  You have always held a special place in my heart.  Your avid curiosity about things around you,  your love of Civil War history,  your early interests in vacuums, and trains--your quirky little obsessions   have all made you the unique special person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhNIEE9I/AAAAAAAABvg/b63q2ekC8LU/s1600-h/Scan+14.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyhNIEE9I/AAAAAAAABvg/b63q2ekC8LU/s400/Scan+14.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889849415537618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...always the engineer of the trains, both real and imaginary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCygyc1m2I/AAAAAAAABvY/5oOJP3nBgdA/s1600-h/Scan+13.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCygyc1m2I/AAAAAAAABvY/5oOJP3nBgdA/s400/Scan+13.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889842254912354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...riding on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Samtrack&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMSI&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember you cried when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Samtrack&lt;/span&gt; closed down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyoF1eMcI/AAAAAAAABwA/HmggOqoddnQ/s1600-h/Scan+24.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCyoF1eMcI/AAAAAAAABwA/HmggOqoddnQ/s400/Scan+24.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246889967717593538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....going to Hood River to ride Thomas the Train Engine and meet all of his crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful memories, wonderful experiences, wonderful child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May the Lord bless you and keep you as you begin this next year of  your precious life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  This is a year of new beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;starting high school,&lt;br /&gt;taking charge of your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt; and leaving off all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; getting your driving permit possibly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  harder classes in school,&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully,&lt;br /&gt;a time of strengthening your walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, My Special Grandson.&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love  you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6216191897452603375?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6216191897452603375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6216191897452603375&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6216191897452603375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6216191897452603375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-elliot.html' title='Happy Birthday, Elliot!'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SNCK6ZiMYPI/AAAAAAAABso/ynYfOb41RaA/s72-c/Scan+23.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-3137993379951499532</id><published>2008-09-14T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:58:07.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Cousin Bob, the Builder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life shouldn't be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body--but rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly shouting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"W0W!  What a ride!  Thank you Lord!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on the program for the celebration of Cousin's Bob's life on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Christian, foremost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a contractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a builder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an outdoorsman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hunter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fisherman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a boater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hiker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a water skier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a traveler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a prayer warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Bible student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mentor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beloved husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a wonderful father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a doting grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man who did not know a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, September 8, at age 79, his life, as we knew it, ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but don't you just love the top paragraph which was on the inside of his program??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Bob.  He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lived every minute of every day to the fullest!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-3137993379951499532?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/3137993379951499532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=3137993379951499532&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3137993379951499532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/3137993379951499532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/cousin-bob-builder.html' title='Cousin Bob, the Builder'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-5364676796245311229</id><published>2008-09-12T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:35:42.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 I will praise you, O LORD, with all my heart;&lt;br /&gt;   I will tell of all your wonders.&lt;br /&gt;2 I will be glad and rejoice in you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                Psalm 9:1,2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; As I continue with Jon's story, the verse above so speaks to me.  To understand why I am writing Jonathan's story, you should probably read &lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/05/jonathan-part-1.html"&gt;Jonathan, Part 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/06/jonathan-part-2-grades-k-8.html"&gt;Jonathan, part 2&lt;/a&gt;.  It just gives a little more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;continuity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to the story, and the reason I chose to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The high school years were upon us in the blink of an eye, it seems.  They were such busy, fun-filled years and passed all too quickly!!  He continued with his music, was in sports, was very social, and it was a wonderful time for me also.  I remember the sadness in his senior year when they played their last basketball game.  I felt like my social life was over.  I went to every game, made friends with many of the parents, participated in the after game fun at a local pizza parlor...and now it was over.  We did have fun during those years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqegMNEtYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ISjb6-jRsjY/s1600-h/Scan+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqegMNEtYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ISjb6-jRsjY/s400/Scan+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245178991895426434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He begins his freshman year at Portland Christian High School where he would remain all four years.  It was a wonderful choice for him.  He met and made friends immediately and his violin opened all kinds of doors.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqfIDhpQWI/AAAAAAAABrg/J4CFFvRnx2I/s1600-h/Scan+4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqfIDhpQWI/AAAAAAAABrg/J4CFFvRnx2I/s400/Scan+4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245179676760555874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; years he was developing an interest in the ladies and had a couple of school dates.  He was in his second year of basketball, seriously taking his violin lessons now from the concert master of the Portland Symphony, and was a busy, busy young man, with a mother who was equally busy driving him to all of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqegIFIuKI/AAAAAAAABrY/yPngo92zl2Y/s1600-h/Scan+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqegIFIuKI/AAAAAAAABrY/yPngo92zl2Y/s400/Scan+3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245178990788393122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Junior year came and so did the driving permit!!  Of all my kids, he was the only one I taught to drive.  It was just too nerve wracking, so others taught the girls!  He decided to play football, much to my dismay.  Contact sports were supposed to be out for him because of his Rheumatoid Arthritis, but he did it and aside from being knocked out one game, he survived....and so did I!!  His junior year was to be the last time he ever had a flare-up of his arthritis,  for which I was so thankful....and he came through the eight years of the disease,   with no crippling to any of his joints!!  A wonderful answer to prayer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqfIoQ6C1I/AAAAAAAABro/rWX2C28nE3o/s1600-h/Scan+7.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqfIoQ6C1I/AAAAAAAABro/rWX2C28nE3o/s400/Scan+7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245179686622464850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The summer before his senior year, Jon traveled to Europe with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Continentals&lt;/span&gt; Orchestra which was a Christian ministry orchestra.  That was a wonderful experience for him.  By senior year, he was driving on his own,  used my car just about any time I wasn't using it, and enjoyed a full, action packed year.  He was studying conducting under Norman Lehman, who was the assistant symphony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conductor&lt;/span&gt; of the Portland Symphony.  In looking back, the year was just packed!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqf99y7_aI/AAAAAAAABr4/olCU42YGQtY/s1600-h/Scan+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqf99y7_aI/AAAAAAAABr4/olCU42YGQtY/s400/Scan+1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245180602935410082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basket ball shot at the state play offs.  Jon was an average player, but his coach told the team that he kept him on all four years because he was such an "encourager".  What a nice compliment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqefevylzI/AAAAAAAABq4/ISd6ahxOH8Y/s1600-h/Scan.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqefevylzI/AAAAAAAABq4/ISd6ahxOH8Y/s400/Scan.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245178979693008690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mighty football player.  I held my breath all of that fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqfI3Sw5SI/AAAAAAAABrw/eB_77-XPORI/s1600-h/Scan+8.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqfI3Sw5SI/AAAAAAAABrw/eB_77-XPORI/s400/Scan+8.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245179690656785698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.....and the crowning event of his whole high school experience, Fiddler on the Roof!!  What a great performance that was.  Jonathan was the Fiddler, and he also played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Moto&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tailor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;During his senior year, he was part of a young man's singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ensemble&lt;/span&gt; which was a talented bunch of ten boys.  Their music was marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer after graduation he again traveled with the Continentals across the USA and to Europe.  They had an afternoon concert in East Berlin and I think that was the experience of his young life--crossing "check point Charlie", &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leaving&lt;/span&gt; their passports there, being searched, etc.  He said they kissed the tarmac when they flew into New York later that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so high school ended with plans to attend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mount&lt;/span&gt; Hood Community College in the fall with a "free ride" with his violin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-5364676796245311229?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/5364676796245311229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=5364676796245311229&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5364676796245311229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/5364676796245311229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/jonathan-part-3.html' title='Jonathan, Part 3'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMqegMNEtYI/AAAAAAAABrQ/ISjb6-jRsjY/s72-c/Scan+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-8446443330239808428</id><published>2008-09-07T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:02:14.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cedar chest'/><title type='text'>More treasures from the cedar chest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/08/treasures-in-cedar-chest.html"&gt;first post&lt;/a&gt; about the cedar chest featured lots of baby clothing worn by my brother and me.  Tonight as I was getting some of the stuff ready for this trip down memory lane, I realized that I was a scrapbooker before the activity was so popular!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bear with me as I take you down the lane of over fifty years ago and share with you some of my books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIivIQYdfI/AAAAAAAABUo/6uojEHd9Aek/s1600-h/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIivIQYdfI/AAAAAAAABUo/6uojEHd9Aek/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242791109278070258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My first album was started when I was about eight years old.  It was a photo album only.  As I was looking at it, I was thinking I must have thought I had really "arrived" with the white ink&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIiv1egLsI/AAAAAAAABVA/a0fTpXwD0BY/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIiv1egLsI/AAAAAAAABVA/a0fTpXwD0BY/s400/IMG_1290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242791121416892098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my high school album....and that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a scrapbook!!  I never threw away one ticket stub, one napkin, or anything that could go in that book.  I had pictures mixed in with the keepables, so I think it classifies as a true scrapbook.  Can you imagine what fun it would have been to have had stickers, colored pens, and all the bling we have for today's scrapbooking??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIivfpd62I/AAAAAAAABUw/Gcvwtro-XTg/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIivfpd62I/AAAAAAAABUw/Gcvwtro-XTg/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242791115557301090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This page holds a rock from the cove in Seaside, Oregon where I knew a lot of kids from visiting there with my best friend at their cottage.  The rock was to commemorate a good beach party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roller skating was another favorite past time when we visited Seaside.  The Rink was right on the turnaround, where  five stories of condos stand today.  At sixteen, we thought that roller rink would always be there.  We had no idea how popular beach front property was to become! (if you click on the picture, you can see the rink, right there on the beach front)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIivqhZhdI/AAAAAAAABU4/p4VRFQFIbZY/s1600-h/IMG_1286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIivqhZhdI/AAAAAAAABU4/p4VRFQFIbZY/s400/IMG_1286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242791118476248530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a page of pictures.    I wonder what we would have done with a digital camera??   Oh!  Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMImhBZu8HI/AAAAAAAABVI/S9Ut6z1-yuk/s1600-h/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMImhBZu8HI/AAAAAAAABVI/S9Ut6z1-yuk/s400/IMG_1288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242795264966586482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no high school scrapbook would be complete without a picture of  the football team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...........Let me introduce you to the football team of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beaverton Union High School in 1946!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This group would change with each year, but they never failed to capture the hearts and dreams of all of the girls for all four years of high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIpz6VRgVI/AAAAAAAABVY/CLZj3527nno/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIpz6VRgVI/AAAAAAAABVY/CLZj3527nno/s400/IMG_1277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242798888021229906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The year books were well-loved, well-signed, and well-read.  For those of you who are familiar with the Beaverton area, there were only 300 students in the high school in that year of 1946.  We had all of the students from Aloha, Bethany, Bonny Slope, Sylvan and Cedar Mill as we were the only high school between Portland and Hillsboro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIpzgJnSPI/AAAAAAAABVQ/c2N8mQW_FeU/s1600-h/IMG_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIpzgJnSPI/AAAAAAAABVQ/c2N8mQW_FeU/s400/IMG_0893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242798880993003762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will close with a penmanship certificate which we all worked for during the grade school years.  I think this was my last one.  Its interesting that I started cursive writing as a first grader and never learn to print.   When I started teaching I had to learn to print properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next, and last installment of the cedar chest, I hope you enjoyed this little bit of history and the ragged old scrap books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-8446443330239808428?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/8446443330239808428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=8446443330239808428&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8446443330239808428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/8446443330239808428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-treasures-from-cedar-chest.html' title='More treasures from the cedar chest'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMIivIQYdfI/AAAAAAAABUo/6uojEHd9Aek/s72-c/IMG_1285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-7400858125732808315</id><published>2008-09-05T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:15.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to share this--it came today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMHWegIpkCI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h940Nf8l_m0/s1600-h/image001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242707260746600482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMHWegIpkCI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h940Nf8l_m0/s400/image001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;THE COMPUTER SWALLOWED GRANDMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;The computer swallowed grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Yes, honestly its true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;She pressed 'control' and 'enter'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;And disappeared from view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;It devoured her completely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;The thought just makes me squirm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;She must have caught a virus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Or been eaten by a worm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I've searched through the recycle bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;And files of every kind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;I've even used the Internet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;But nothing did I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;In desperation, I asked Jeeves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;My searches to refine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;The reply from him was negative,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Not a thing was found 'online.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;So, if inside your 'Inbox,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;My Grandma you should see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Please 'Copy,''Scan' and 'Paste' her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;And send her back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMHWe9RfYtI/AAAAAAAABUY/K0CuVQ9hDSY/s1600-h/image002.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242707268568310482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMHWe9RfYtI/AAAAAAAABUY/K0CuVQ9hDSY/s400/image002.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a tribute to all the Grandmas who have been fearless and . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Learned to use the Computer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;They are the greatest!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;We do not stop playing because we grow old;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff; font-size: 130%;"&gt;We grow old because we stop playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-7400858125732808315?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/7400858125732808315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=7400858125732808315&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7400858125732808315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/7400858125732808315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-had-to-share-this-it-came-today.html' title='I had to share this--it came today.'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SMHWegIpkCI/AAAAAAAABUQ/h940Nf8l_m0/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6509588034964793888</id><published>2008-09-01T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:24:31.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bill'/><title type='text'>Manzanita Beckonded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Tuesday night, after a day full of root canal fixings, a permanent, and out to dinner with good friends, I decided it was time to get out of town.....so my daughter Tammy and I left for the coast Wednesday morning. Manzanita has been my favorite beach town since I was a little girl. Fortunately I had the generous offer of the use of a home there, so it was a good and quick decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the beach is always a treat. As we get onto highway 101 we are treated to some spectacular views of the ocean between Cannon Beach and Manzanita.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is no place like the northern Oregon coast line. It is rugged and majestic, beautiful and inspiring, and has wonderful walking sand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyXUwvz-iI/AAAAAAAABTI/vM7-H7-WB7A/s1600-h/15-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyXUwvz-iI/AAAAAAAABTI/vM7-H7-WB7A/s400/15-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241230449291033122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyXVPlDJqI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rEXWpAYxpz4/s1600-h/103-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyXVPlDJqI/AAAAAAAABTQ/rEXWpAYxpz4/s400/103-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241230457567389346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyXVM49cBI/AAAAAAAABTY/rv9cF9VhgVE/s1600-h/15-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyXVM49cBI/AAAAAAAABTY/rv9cF9VhgVE/s400/15-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241230456845594642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyWyEA3XKI/AAAAAAAABSY/7JRK0vQE47k/s1600-h/IMG_1239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyWyEA3XKI/AAAAAAAABSY/7JRK0vQE47k/s400/IMG_1239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241229853167410338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyWyj1ctmI/AAAAAAAABSg/lVgla8dXlV4/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyWyj1ctmI/AAAAAAAABSg/lVgla8dXlV4/s400/IMG_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241229861709461090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyWzdQGDOI/AAAAAAAABSw/qQ-Qz89ckYs/s1600-h/IMG_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyWzdQGDOI/AAAAAAAABSw/qQ-Qz89ckYs/s400/IMG_1242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241229877122043106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Manzanita is a sleepy little beach town much of the time, but it comes alive during the summer and holidays.  It has one main street with a post office, a grocery store, several very interesting little shops, and a few eating places.  It houses many, many cozy cottages, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;up on the mountainside, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;many luxurious homes with panoramic views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRPTAl3EI/AAAAAAAABRQ/3BGEWRWjGwU/s1600-h/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRPTAl3EI/AAAAAAAABRQ/3BGEWRWjGwU/s400/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241223758339234882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The grocery store, which has been there in some shape or form, since I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRP4grFqI/AAAAAAAABRY/I90poGKPIlQ/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRP4grFqI/AAAAAAAABRY/I90poGKPIlQ/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241223768405907106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The main street coming into town off highway 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRQIiN8dI/AAAAAAAABRg/9ao23d_AXUo/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRQIiN8dI/AAAAAAAABRg/9ao23d_AXUo/s400/IMG_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241223772707353042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRQhA7S_I/AAAAAAAABRo/LpQUfxbnB8M/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRQhA7S_I/AAAAAAAABRo/LpQUfxbnB8M/s400/IMG_1252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241223779278605298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the end of Main Street, with a path to the waves and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My favorite activity is to walk along the beach and sing, "How Great Thou Art" at the top of my lungs, because with the ocean's roar, no one can hear me except the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRQ5yrFqI/AAAAAAAABRw/gxgSFkuexl4/s1600-h/IMG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyRQ5yrFqI/AAAAAAAABRw/gxgSFkuexl4/s400/IMG_1247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241223785929709218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister and her husband were at their cottage as well as one of their sons and his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyZ7nqE5OI/AAAAAAAABTg/pOBXTCfDj_U/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyZ7nqE5OI/AAAAAAAABTg/pOBXTCfDj_U/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241233315889210594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill and Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyZ74ddNxI/AAAAAAAABTo/2HamqIIYs2A/s1600-h/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyZ74ddNxI/AAAAAAAABTo/2HamqIIYs2A/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241233320399681298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The door is always open and the welcome mat is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyS_fa0V3I/AAAAAAAABSI/kS2AsPsr_VM/s1600-h/IMG_1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyS_fa0V3I/AAAAAAAABSI/kS2AsPsr_VM/s400/IMG_1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241225685815809906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My nephew's four kids livened up the week-end, with "boogie boarding",  wet suits and all, on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fortunately the home where we were staying was only three blocks from the cottage, so we were included in lots of the "happenings", and the kids dropped in to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We came home Sunday afternoon, as I didn't want to drive on Labor Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closer we got to Portland, because I wasn't feeling good, all I could think about was getting to my home and my "comfort" chair.  I felt an intense longing to be there.  I cannot describe it, but my mind played with that feeling for a little while, and I went further with the thought.... how wonderful it would be to have that same longing for Heaven...and then I realized that the better we know the Saviour, the greater the intensity of our longing will be-- to be with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and so we begin a new month, September 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6509588034964793888?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6509588034964793888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6509588034964793888&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6509588034964793888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6509588034964793888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/09/manzanita-beckonded.html' title='Manzanita Beckonded'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLyXUwvz-iI/AAAAAAAABTI/vM7-H7-WB7A/s72-c/15-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-6846863955243471930</id><published>2008-08-25T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:36:10.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An exercise in praise and thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLMXNB_SJ_I/AAAAAAAABPg/rgDWbi3oa_g/s1600-h/Untitled+-+Sign_5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLMXNB_SJ_I/AAAAAAAABPg/rgDWbi3oa_g/s400/Untitled+-+Sign_5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238556304201623538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Sunday we had a missionary speaker, who teaches at Black Forest Academy in Germany.  He prefaced his message on Psalm 103,  with the following requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;He asked us to write down eight things God has done this past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Upon completing that,  he asked us to  write down two things we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;were grateful for that God had done in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;And finally, he asked us to write down four things we have learned about God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this exercise, we have a foundation for praise and worship, which led right into the Psalm which is a call to worship and praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to do this exercise on a daily basis, as it was a true blessing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share what I wrote for the four things I learn about God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   He provides.&lt;br /&gt;   He loves me!&lt;br /&gt;   He is constant.&lt;br /&gt;   His love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I wish you all a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-6846863955243471930?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/6846863955243471930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=6846863955243471930&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6846863955243471930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/6846863955243471930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/08/exercise-in-praise-and-thanksgiving.html' title='An exercise in praise and thanksgiving.'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SLMXNB_SJ_I/AAAAAAAABPg/rgDWbi3oa_g/s72-c/Untitled+-+Sign_5.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-977108967482203874</id><published>2008-08-21T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:00:00.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antiques'/><title type='text'>Bold and Free Thursday 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwLBJC9wI/AAAAAAAABO4/22iTMc-1fdg/s1600-h/B%26F+Thursday+Three.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwLBJC9wI/AAAAAAAABO4/22iTMc-1fdg/s400/B%26F+Thursday+Three.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236824538800649986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its time to choose three things to showcase.  I want to share my ceramic lamb which is an antique that my Mom had.  He claims a corner on the living room carpet and is a great conversation piece.  His length is about 30".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwLU6OPjI/AAAAAAAABPA/mgAF1skXGHM/s1600-h/IMG_1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwLU6OPjI/AAAAAAAABPA/mgAF1skXGHM/s400/IMG_1211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236824544107183666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This plate was painted on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt; in 1928 by a great uncle.  Mother displayed it in the china hutch, as I do today.  The handles are gold, but seem not to show up properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwL2k7kwI/AAAAAAAABPI/GIKKhIEYrIo/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwL2k7kwI/AAAAAAAABPI/GIKKhIEYrIo/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236824553144685314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a hobnail cake plate from the early 1900's.  It was often used at Mom's dinner parties at dessert time.  Always beautiful!  I remember a cake on it once that was decorated all around the edge at the bottom with fresh summer flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwMBd8rtI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Ck3nr-b12so/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwMBd8rtI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Ck3nr-b12so/s400/IMG_1237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236824556068187858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed this little bit from my history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-977108967482203874?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/feeds/977108967482203874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532322255937524290&amp;postID=977108967482203874&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/977108967482203874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532322255937524290/posts/default/977108967482203874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aportlandgranny.blogspot.com/2008/08/bold-and-free-thursday-3_20.html' title='Bold and Free Thursday 3'/><author><name>a portland granny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675027205217905283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SWLlxs_4K0I/AAAAAAAACak/ItaG3bSI0oM/S220/Untitled+-+Sign_2_2.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKzwLBJC9wI/AAAAAAAABO4/22iTMc-1fdg/s72-c/B%26F+Thursday+Three.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532322255937524290.post-1614259846642576954</id><published>2008-08-20T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:21:15.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come..... sit by my fire with me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I didn't really make a fire......but I was tempted.&lt;/span&gt;  Today is a very dour day in Oregon.  The wind is blowing, the rain is raining, and it is cold!!  I thought I would have liked to build a fire in the fireplace...but of course, I didn't.  Perhaps tomorrow wil be a more pleasant day.  I hope so!  Fall is in the air, I'm thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKyxWagqZ9I/AAAAAAAABOo/A0btK4Fx_I0/s1600-h/Untitled+-+Sign.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236755465356601298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nbIg01o9ZaM/SKyxWagqZ9I/AAAAAAAABOo/A0btK4Fx_I0/s400/Untitled+-+Sign.jpeg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532322255937524290-1614259846642576954?l=aportlandgranny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
