About two weeks ago, our daughter Mary Evelyn and I each got a welcome invitation by email. Homeschooling mothers we know–I’ll call them Teresa, Angela, and Suzanne–invited us to Teresa’s home for the first of on-going, bi-monthly meetings. The invitation said that…
I have little that belonged to my mother’s mother. When I am in an antique store and find a little dish like one that she had, I sometimes buy it and bring it home. That is why I brought this plate home . . . .…
Seasons are a big deal to us mothers. I remember, when a change of season came when our children were young, how I dreaded all the work getting out the next season’s clothes and putting away the clothes from the…
Getting to work is easy for Ray and me. We walk out of our room, down the stairs, across the room we call the parlor (because it’s fun to call one room the parlor when you live in an old house like…
As I circled our yard taking pictures of the snowy morning several days ago, I searched for light. Because the sun rises behind the hill behind our house, it shines on the higher elevations first, such as these hills on the…
I awoke with a long to-do list last Saturday morning, but when I saw a pretty dusting of snow outside our window, I stuck my bare feet in my shoes, grabbed my fuzzy fake fur coat out of Mama Sue’s chifferobe,…
I have shared with you several times about the ladies in our Wednesday morning Bible class, where I continue to be its youngest member; and, because I volunteered to fill in for a few weeks three years ago, also its teacher.…
This past Sunday I enjoyed what I cherish every Sunday morning, helping in a Sunday School class whose only two pupils are Clara and Wesley, two of our grandchildren. My friend Brenda, who is the teacher, brought materials for Clara to make a book of things for which…
I look forward to the homeschool convention season when I hope to see some of you again and meet some of you for the first time. I am always blessed to hear your stories and learn about your children. You make me…
