I was born in the early 60s, but I grew up in an earlier generation. I grew up in my grandparent’s house, with a grandmother and grandfather who were pre-teens during the first world war – and were raising pre-teens to babies in the second world war. My neighbors were spinsters, widows and couples who grew up during the same … Continue reading →
I’ve been reviewing 14 years of Blue Cotton Memory posts over the last few months. I’m working on a project, so they’ll better understand what I’ve been doing in this space for all this time. As I dug around, I found this post – it feels like I wrote it just yesterday, but it was about 12 years ago. Some … Continue reading →
I drive my boys nuts telling them stories they’ve heard and heard – and I thought, well, I want to tell this story again. My new daughter-in-law says it’s a family trait, one she’s getting used to. I can’t wait until one day, she becomes a storyteller, too. Today, I want somebody to hear this story again – because it … Continue reading →
One morning, when the sun spilled through the front windows of my grandmother’s house – something happened between the drinking of hot cocoa at her kitchen table and my sockless feet pushing off the porch floor propelling me high and low on my grandmother’s swing. My “Can-I-stay-here-forever” wish which every child asks when it’s time to leave their grandparent’s house … Continue reading →
(I first posted this ten years ago. It seems even more meaningful today. Praying your faith, hope and charity are kindled brighter in your heart with the reading). When Hope Grace was born, great expectations were cast forth, hearts leaping in expectation. Much was expected of Hope. Her sister Faith Grace took to teaching her the facts of their Father … Continue reading →
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago when the mothers, soldiers, kings and towns and tent-men didn’t realize just how big the world is, but possessed a better understanding of just how big God is – a king lived in the desert with his family, going to and fro over the sands as this big-mighty, world-creating God asked. … Continue reading →
This is a something old made new blog post – updated, much yummier recipe and a message given heart-tweaks because not only have I grown since I first wrote this, but those who sit at the table have grown – and so have their tastes, and there are new people, new babies. . . and because cooking isn’t ever just … Continue reading →
Father’s Day is bittersweet for me. I rejoice that my son’s have the father I never did – and I realize more keenly what I missed and wonder what I would have been like had I a father like they have. This post is for all the fatherless daughters, whether because their fathers were physically absent or emotionally absent, this … Continue reading →
(The little foxes don’t stop tearing at us, do they! I wrote this in 2012 – and they haven’t stopped trying to ruin. It’s God’s Holy Spirit that makes the difference, why the vine of whom I am doesn’t break, doesn’t ruin. Challenges don’t go away, but faith, God and the Holy Spirit – they make the difference in how … Continue reading →
We had some difficulty. . . . keeping our pets out of heaven. Figaro, a pretty little Beta fish, a birthday gift given to Joyful from a friend died twice. Once when Joyful was away visiting grandparents. We cheated death, though. The fish store had one that looked just like him. Joyful never knew. However, he died one Christmas when … Continue reading →
