Dad's day

When I get to Heaven, one thing I'm going to love is that there will be no time. Time frustrates me - when you need it to go fast, it slows down; want to "freeze time?" - it speeds up. Waiting for the proverbial pot to boil; forget being in a rush to finish the pasta!!

My dad would be 90 years old today if he were still living. I can't imagine him at that advanced age, because he died 20 years ago. Twenty years. Erin was a little girl; now, she's a mom of two. Casey hardly remembers him. I don't think of Dad as he was when he died, rather I choose to remember him 5 years before his death. He was happy, healthy, active and loving being a grandpa. The end of his life was sad.

There are things I want Dana and Erin to always remember about their Papaw:
~ he loved spending time with them; walking down the road, pushing them in the swing, sitting in the swing in the front yard.
~ he couldn't quote a lot of scripture, but he lived a good life
~ he loved the church and the people there. Sometimes, there would be only 2 or 3 men to lead the service, so Papaw would do announcements, lead singing, and serve the Lord's Supper.
~ he could fix anything. He had no college degrees, but he helped develop the C-5 airplane for the Air Force and went to the Pentagon to explain it to the powers that be.
~ he loved music. Country and Western or Hymns. Didn't matter. He whistled or sang softly under his breath.
~ you would sit on the floor with him and watch him roll his cigarrets. He smelled of tobacco, oil, and dirt - a musty aroma blend of his hard work.
~ he loved his yard. Hours and hours mowing, trimming, edging, and working in the garden. Peaceful times for him after a long day.


I've missed Dad a lot since Liz and Bladen have been born - I know he would be thrilled to know he had great-grandchildren. He was a good man, father, employee, community member, Christian, Dad and Papaw.

So Far...

The things I like about retirement so far....
~ NO ALARM (for me anyway; sorry, Andrew!)
~ eating lunch with Andy most days
~ not wearing makeup every day!! :)
~ quiet, alone time at home - a first in 34 years of marriage/motherhood
~ Bible Study on Wed.
~ not having to schedule things after 4:00 so I won't miss work
~ not HAVING a schedule after 29 years (Summers don't count)
~ being with Jackie at least two days a week!
~ knowing that my time is my own
~ getting to have long conversations with Erin while the kids nap - YIPPEE!


That's a pretty good start!!

What a weekend -

Just returned from a long weekend in Houston - saw many of Andy's family over the three days of our trip; most of the time we spent with Mom and Dad.

I am the first to marry into the LaMore family; over 34 years of getting to know them - how they function was so different from my own family that at times I didn't think I'd ever fit in... being a small-town girl brought with it some awkwardness at times, and it took a while before I was comfortable talking to my in-laws.

Since Mom's fall in February, things have pretty much opened up. Andy and his dad have been able to be very open about things, and I feel like Andy has been a good ear for his dad. We have learned more about his life with Margaret (Andy's birth mother), and I have become much more affectionate with them both. I have been about to tell his mom things I have felt - about how grateful I am that she came into Andy's life, and those kind of things. So, if anything good has come out of this situation, that would be it.

We did get to see Dana and the Johnsons for dinner on Friday evening, so that made this Mom/Nana very happy!! Andy had a great birthday, and we worshipped with the saints in Katy before heading home in lots and lots of rain!!

I am so blessed!!!

Time in a Bottle

On Saturday, Andy and I drove up to the Hill Country. We were going to a retreat being held at the camp I attended for several years as a teenager. Several members of our congregation were there, and were happy to see us walk in in the late afternoon.

The reason for our going was to see the minister who baptized Andy and married us in 1976. His wife was not with him, but it was a joy to walk in and see him standing there. Andy also worked at the church with him, and bought his first car from him - we KNOW this man!!

His sermon that night was on "investments" - not money, but investments in people. In his talk, he sweetly talked about our history together, and encouraged the others there to be sure to meet us. It was a joy to find connections with some of them; one worships in SA with some friends, another also worked through the Prison system when Andy was there, and yet another couple knew our dear friends, the Lassiters, from Sourjourners. A beautiful night all around!

As I sang along with about 100 of my brothers and sisters in Christ, some things struck me; one, how joyful these people were - many strangers to each other before the beginning of the retreat, yet joined in worship. They weren't there wanting "more" for themselves - in fact, I thought to myself how glad they might be to be away from all those wanting "change". This was their place - their heritage, their comfort. No discord, no turmoil. Just worship to their God. It filled me will sadness that at times, I probably caused those feelings in older members....

The other thing that I felt was a sadness that future generations of our brotherhood probably will never know the simplicity of our worship. Things seem to be moving fast right now, and maybe I am getting old, but I enjoyed how simple and pure the singing was. No worship leader, no projection screens - just old men full of joy and desire to lead us in song. God bless them!

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In the square of the camp stands a memorial to Archie Waldrum. He was my grandmother's minister in Alice, Texas, and the director of the session of camp I first and most often attended. He was director of the board for many years, and died a couple of years ago at age 92, on the way home from camp in an automobile accident. He'd had a great week, according to his wife.
The memorial will be walked past by campers for generations to come, and they won't have a clue as to who he was. Those of us who knew him will NEVER forget.

Sex vs. Violence

Over the weekend, Andy and I saw several movies. The first, the American, had some pretty blatant sex scenes, one curse word, and lots of shooting people.

Next came Men Who Stare at Goats, also George Clooney; very different movies!! More profanity, but lots and lots of laughs. Will watch it again, given the chance.

Finally, we finished the mini-series Band of Brothers, focusing on the Easy Company during WWII. More cursing than ever, but if I was being shot at and seeing the atrocities of that War, I may let a word or two slip.

The final episode focused on the discovery of an Interment Camp and Hitler's Eagle's Nest compound. As I watched the scenes of the Jewish prisoners, I told Andy that surely nothing in Human History can top the cruelty of the Germans. The scene, I'm sure, did it's best to be realistic, but I wonder just how true to the horror it came... I don't think I could stand to see much more.


So, I wonder - what bothers you more in a movie; the sex, the cursing, or the violence?? For me, the violence, hands down.