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New Perspective

Sometimes we need to get a new perspective!  Break out of our daily routines to see someone else’s perspective.  I was observing my great nephew today as I hugged his brother Destin.  Taven watched from afar.  Taven has Autism and his perspective of our world is very different.  Taven does not really speak.  He will come to you to given him a hug and I will get a few kisses in on his fluffy pretty blond hair.  My niece loves and works hard to keep Taven happy.  Her husband Tom loves both his children.

Sandra his mother has learned to understand the needs of her son.  She can see what he needs and how to react to Taven’s sounds that only a mother can.  You can see this family is truly one with one another.  Each family member caring about one another.

Taven came to spend the morning with my sister and her boyfriend.  Taven is comfortable now at my sisters home.   Cindy recently moved into this home and it cause Taven a lot of stress.  He was confused to why Grandma and Grandpa did not live in there other house?  To Taven this was confusing.  He seemed more adjusted to take direction from all of us.  I actually was quite impressed with his peaceful demeanor.  He did speak saying “Love you!” “Mom” “Dad” and “Brother”

His world may appear simple.  Yet it is not.  He deals with being trapped inside his own thoughts and how he processes confuses others unless you take time to learn from Taven.  Taven is part of 24.8 million people who are diagnosed with this neurological disease.  1 out of every thousand children are now born with a form of Autism.

Take time to learn about Autism-

 

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Fresh Eggs & Tomatoes

In life there are things that become part of who you are. Fresh tomato sandwiches on my home made bread! Like fresh eggs make all the difference in my bread recipe.   Quality ingredients makes everything better!

I grew up in a huge house and fell in love with food when I took Home Economics in high school. Susan Feezer was the teacher.   I could not wait to go to that class.   We learned really basic dishes.   However I was from a poor family so the foods I got to prepare in this class made me want to cook at home.

Our food at home was fresh eggs, tomatoes, onions, zucchini squash and other vegetables.  In that class I learned how to turn these items into meals!  I could not wait to go home and show my Dad I could read a recipe and cook!  That love of cooking has stayed with me forever and I am so thankful.

When I married my husband I really did not still know the amazing world of food that my children enjoy today. I had never had BBQ nor had I  had tasted home made chicken noodle soup or any home made foods.  Those basic recipes I had learned in school Home Economics really helped me out as a new wife.    My step mother cooked a lot of boxed foods such as Hamburger Helper, mac and cheese, goulashes and quick noodle meals.

One of my most treasured thing today is a cook book given to me by my Aunt Audrey for our wedding. The dishes I made out of that cook book are still staples.  I was always fearful of making bread. Now I make bread without a recipe. My daughters are just amazed I can do this.

Setting down to dinner is a special time for our family. I try to bring us all together for one meal a day that symbolizes my love for them with fresh vegetables, produce and meat. On occasion fresh cut bread and butter.

My daughter asked me why farm fresh?  I explained to her that she is worth the best! That is why I buy Farm Fresh!

Appreciation of  what we care about becomes part of our families memories.  I hope the love we share around our table will be shared with  new generations to come.

I hope I gave you something to think about- What do you do to show those around you they matter? Loved to here from you!

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THE HIDE AWAY

As a small girl I loved watching my mother put her make up on. Her process was not very in depth in 1970. I was five years old. I remember Mom was a mystery to me. She did not like to bake, she did not like to cook, she did not like to do much other then read. She loved to read. She did not read to us. There were five children and I am the youngest by five minutes.

We had moved to town. The house on West Highway had been the only house I knew. Dad had opened his own welding shop. This had been a dream of Dads for a long time. Dad was well known as a welder. the new house was right beside Dad’s Welding Shop.

I remember Mom went out and bought really pretty carnival glass oil lamps. I would love to have these today. She decorated the living room. The house we moved to was a basement house. I remember thinking what a strange house. It had 3 bedrooms which was great. Scott had a room and us four girls shared a room.

Mom seemed happy at first when we moved here. I did not know it would be the last place Mom and Dad would live together as husband and wife!

Mom never wanted us around a lot. When you would go to her room the door would be locked. She liked to read and not be disturbed.

My oldest sister Glen really was more of a mother then Mom. Dad would normally get glen up and she would get us up. Glen was the one who cleaned the house. Mom would do the laundry. I remember Glen giving my sister and I our baths. She would scrub our feet and wash our hair. A lot of times she was disgusted that we were so dirty from playing. Glen would be the one to dress us.

When my Mom was going somewhere I would beg her to let me go. Mom would always say no. I remember one time begging Mom to let me go with her. She said no. I am too busy today! “You are going to stay home with your sisters!” “Now go on!”

I got an idea! I would hide in her car. So I went out and got in the back of her car. there was a blanket in the back seat. I brought this up over me and I waited for Mom to come. Mom always wore white dress slacks and had white blouse and white cowboy boots when she went to town

As I waited I pondered when I should appear. I knew I better be quiet not to get caught. I was quiet as a mouse as Mom entered her Big Buick. This car was so pretty and really big to a five year old.

As Mom started the car I got so excited. I was going to go to town with Mom and have fun with her. As the car moved I was so happy. Mom would be so excited to see me, I thought!

The car pulled in front of the Telegram news paper and came to a stop! It was my moment to surprise Mom.

I came up out of the backseat throwing the blanket off of me. My mothers reaction was not as I had imagined it! I said “Surprise!” Mom screamed and Opened the door of her car so fast and jumped out. She did not seem so happy to see me. I giggle a bit as I remember her re action. However Mom was not pleased that I had disobeyed.

I about gave her a heart attack. I remember the look of sadness that she was not happy to see me. She composed herself and said come on.

Best part of this story is I got hang out with my Mom that day. I would like to tell you I did not scare my mother or do anything naughty but……I cannot!

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The Truth About Me

It is so easy to not look at yourself and judge! We live in a society who teaches that everyone is the blame. Your parents, your up bringing, status, education or lack of education. If you want to blame others we can all do it!

The truth about me is that I am indifferent at times with those around me. I have gotten so upset that I removed some of these people from my life entirely. Some were not worthy due to conduct that did not match what I believed. They are passing ships. I hold not ill will toward these folks. However some was good for me and some not so good for me. I call it “WALL BUILDING!”

At times I think these walls gave me comfort. At times I think these walls cost me time with people who should have been in my life. The truth about me is that I am emotional and human! When I feel hurt I am going to go into reaction mode and protect me. This is a natural survival tool.

Today I try harder not to do this. When you build walls you loose relationships and memories with those you have exiled. The truth I am the one who was in the walls I built. Right in the center of those walls!

Today I am stronger because of the knowledge of this behavior.  I  work at fostering time together. I try to take my daughters for a lunch or share a special meal around our table  with our family. A lot of great meals and fellowship have happened around this space.

I reach out by picking up the phone, I volunteer and I remind my self to stay connected to those you treasure.

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I am so thankful that no matter what I am going through in my life I have learned to be open to what I need to do to keep the door of my heart open.  God will heal things that happen to me. Because the truth about me is Jesus has my life. I just need to let him be the great work in me!

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GRANOLA BREAK

As I begin this blog I am reminded of all the changes in life. I am in the midst of “Spring cleaning” A time where I want all my family members to just leave and go far away!

I work best when I have no one trying to tell me that we need to keep this or that! I always start in the master with wiping the walls and opening the windows. The room smells of the Lilacs with the breeze blowing in. It smells great! I always empty to closet first onto the bed. Best done without my husband present. This drives him crazy when I do this. Fortunately he took our middle daughter camping. First trip of the year.

About an hour or so in I am thinking I need some food. I am on a diet. I am very proud of the effort I am making. Finally am seeing the scale move. I contribute clean eating and my granola blends that I bake up in my kitchen.

I am in a new season of life that I am glad to be in. Last year at this time I was pondering what life would be without my husband. Bryan was diagnosed with CANCER. I think this is the most scariest word. My husband is very blonde with his grand father coming from Denmark. Bryan is 3rd generation Dane. He is blue eyed and very blond. Melanoma Carcinoma is a very scary cancer who likes to jump around and loves to munch on organs like eating granola. Bryan underwent  five surgeries last summer.

Cancer has not been a fair player in our family starting six years ago with my father in law. then the next year it took my mother and step mother. In February of 2016 we lost my mother in law Ann. Bryan is a strong God focused man. He was not able to work due to his face actually had to be left open for almost a month as he healed. Bryan never complained of any pain and never did use any of the pain meds they sent home for him.

He was not allowed to do any outdoor activities due to fear of the sun. Bryan studied and learned a ton about what can keep cancer at bay. He is one to accept things but to take necessary actions for his health.

I did not handle his cancer well at all. I became afraid and thru myself into work. This was now as look back, a copying strategy. Instead having faith in God I decided I needed to make as much money possible to save just in case God took Bryan too. God will give and God will take. We blame God when we need to blame ourselves. It kept me from enjoying Bryan and being present for our girls who were just afraid of Bryan’s mortality.

I have learned a long time ago that I have to be the dumbest kid in God’s garden.  I am so thankful that he loves me and forgives me for my lack of faith when I humble myself and ask him to take over.

Simple moments these day feel me with joy. A night of spring cleaning and nibbling on granola parfaits.

 

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Second Act

I here people always talking about their second act and how great its going to be. I want to know how their first act went! This seems to be the world

‘focus. When we accomplish this or that we will arrive at success!

I am here to tell you that this is crap! To be happy we need to stop looking to the next act. Be happy in the act of life today! I used to be the ” Second Act” type of thinker too!

Why should I think the second part of my life will be better. The first act is not over! We work so hard to accomplish things that we forget to enjoy were we are today.

Today I am wife, a mother, a sister, a friend and blogger. What I do for a living does not define me. Who I am as a woman does define me! None of the people I have ever worked for cared about me as soon as I was gone. It is not that they did not care. We all move onto different roles and those people are not the reason I was working in the first place!

Be in the Act of living to your fullest. The second act will be here soon enough. Life is what we make it! I want to be remembered as the person who took time to bake bread for her family. A person who took time to volunteer to help someone else. I want my Act to be actions that I took for the betterment of all whom I love.