Weaving into 2020

2020 opened with three rugs started on the loom in time for the visiting grandchildren to try their hands at weaving.
Feathers was thrilled to continue weaving until supper time.
Wesley also loved it but, he was quite taken with my mountain dulcimer.He and Faith had fun playing some simple duets together.After supper we played Life. It’d been a couple of decades since Ed & I had played that game when our kids were still in their teens.
A fun thing for me was to watch when our daughter-in-law, Lacey, arrived after hanging out with Sarah all afternoon: as she walked in the door and saw Faith weaving, she stopped and stared at the loom then zoomed right to the backside to inspect the warp, the warping beam and heddles. She was absolutely fascinated with this thing that she’d barely noticed before. Instantaneous love! We could almost see her mind going hundreds of miles an hour as she took in all the possibilities with the harnesses, treadles, warp and weft. Before she even threw the shuttle she was dreaming of buying one. I really hope that she will be able to in the not to distant future. She has an engineer’s brain that loves solving problems, schematics, and being creative. Plus the kids like to weave. A win-win.

They went home with one green rug before I had the chance to photograph it so I have only the two others that were made between the last week of December and the 4th of January.
Pippin  on  the  rug  destined  for  the  hall. Unfortunately he loves chewing on it. Until we can thoroughly train him not to chew on it it’s in the office where I can keep an eye on him when he’s on it.


I simply can’t let slide at least one post during this week+ of great date palindrome.

How have past ten months have slipped past so quickly without one blog post?

Autumn is quickly overtaking summer. Soaking rains and wind gusts have already brushed the warmth and smell of summer from the air.  Summer in this area was brilliantly lovely this year. We had more temperate days with scattered days of refreshing rain but mostly sun, though only a handful of days where the thermometer climbed above 90F.
We didn’t take go anywhere for a vacation. Work has kept us busy but the pace slowed down enough to swim, even if only for 20 minutes, and sit in the back yard or under the apple tree and spin or knit for half an hour before it was time to fix supper.

The Idaho grandkids came to Oregon two back to back  weekends. The first was with their mom which mostly involved her Oregon family ending the week at our friend’s campout swimming, fishing, and roasted marshmallows together.
J & L decided to surprise Ed for his birthday the following weekend. The kids were up for another long trek to Oregon! They took off work shortly after noon, spent the night at Aurora’s and showed up here the next morning bearing donuts.

Thankful for family, and the good memories of a good summer!

A Resilient Aunt

My grandparents were married on this day 114 years ago in a tiny town in SE Minnesota.  Grandma gave birth to her fourth son on her eight anniversary. Five years later her sixth child, and only daughter was also born on their anniversary. Imagine, two of your children sharing birthdays  on your anniversary, with even bigger celebrations when Thanksgiving fell on the 28th of November!

All six children were close to each other but the bond between my dad and his little sister was very strong. Within a few years after my folks settled in Oregon to raise their family, Aunt Ruth packed up her small household and followed him west.

Aunt Ruth wasn’t much of a talker. Her passion was singing, most often in church choirs. Before she moved to Oregon she’d been in a large choir that had even put out an album in the early sixties. She was quite proud of that album.

She was a lady, in dress, actions and manners. Her elegance reflected in her slender posture and the clothes she wore even though she was very frugal making her meager dollars as a secretary stretch as far as possible. I never heard her tell her story; it was something she’d put in the past and refused to dwell on but my dad told me about it when I questioned him why no one ever mentioned her husband.

The story as my dad told me: A few years into her marriage her husband took her and two-year old Vic to a remote hunting cabin during a late snowy spring. Shortly after they arrived he told her he was leaving them, got in the car and drove away.  Abandoned with her small son deep in the forest.

The cabin was so remote there was little chance of anyone coming to their rescue in time. With only the food and wood they’d brought for the week she knew they’d been left to die.

The next morning she bundled herself and Vic in as many layers as possible, and packed what food she could carry as well as needing to often carry Vic. Praying for protection and strength, she set out to walk to safety along the snow-covered road occasionally seeing faint tire tracks left by the car. Trudging through woods where bears were plentiful and at a time they were coming out of hibernation, hungry and mean. It took two days of walking to reach a road where they were rescued, on the brink of collapse. Sheer grit, determination and God’s grace got them out alive.

My quiet, unassuming aunt was a rock of fortitude, courage, resiliency, and tremendous faith.

The hanging basket on our porch is still sending out new shoots and a few flowers even after a few freezing mornings.

Grateful for
  – my aunt and her steadfast example of resiliency and never complaining even though her life wasn’t easy.
– my dad and his wonderful example of quietly loving people.
– the abundant, real life that they’re now enjoying!


One of the fun things we did while visiting family in Idaho was to teach the grandkids to play Monopoly. We had a hoot!

The best part?
Faith cleaned everyone out!

About mid-way through the game.

For awhile Ed was building up hotels like a grand baron with Wes close behind. Until, Faith’s accumulation of all the Railroads followed by a block of multiple houses which everyone seemed to land on each time around the board suddenly had her claiming all the other players’ Monopoly money.

The second best part: Wes was a very good sport about being wiped off the board! He’s always been a very competitive kid who doesn’t like to lose. I’m very pleased how well he handled his loss with grace. When his dad, Justin, was his age we could hardly play board games for he was a terrible loser. He was ultra competitive who absolutely hated losing. The rest of us played for the laughter and the fun; we really didn’t care who won. Sometime between age 10 and 11 Justin got a firm rein on his competitiveness. He didn’t talk about it but we saw a transformation from a kid who could not stand to lose to a kid who played, ran, skated (remember in-line skates? that kid was pure joy to watch skating around town) for the fun of doing so. He chose to make it not about winning.

I saw the same change is Wesley and am very grateful!
I’m also grateful that Faith won.

I’m grateful for the fun family time we shared together.
Late in the game when Faith is raking in the properties and dough.


The rising Super Moon graces a fir tree in the 2018 sky.

Ed and I celebrated our 40th anniversary on the 2nd.
Home-cooked favorite foods and a quiet evening at home.
Picture of Ed & I taken right before worship service a week or two before Christmas.

2018 has brought spectacular sunrises and sunsets so far.
Colorful displays flaming in the skies, stopping people, making hearts sing.
God paints the sky with colors from the sun’s light hitting moisture in the atmosphere.
The colors intensify with each passing second.
Then the moment passes, the glowing clouds fade, the sky brightens. The color show over for the morning.

Wednesday brought our son and daughter “home” for supper.
A work trip brought Justin from Idaho and we were able to make the most of the evening together.
Childhood favorite comfort food: a huge pot of chicken soup with homemade noodles to celebrate the occasion of having both kids at our table once again.

Violet, Aurora and Gus
Gus, Aurora and her family – Violet & HaymakerI am blessed!

2018 The year to trust God for courage to victoriously face a couple of my lions.

Memorial Weekend Grandkids

We were blessed this past summer with our son and his family driving over from Idaho twice visits. The first visit took place over Memorial Day weekend which also included our grandson’s 8th birthday.

Our daughter-in-law has a number of relatives also living in the Willamette Valley so it’s rare that they stay with us so it was a double-pleasure when they decided to use our camper, which is parked on our property, as home base.

The cousins liked shopping expeditions,

And had fun with the keyboard.

Feather, who loves being productively busy, begged to help in the graden.
Gus worked on his monkey bar maneuvers.
Papa adjusted their new bikes and they learned to shift gears.
Round and round they rode at the cul-de-sac a couple blocks away as they practiced shifting under Papa’s tutelage.
We celebrated Gus’s birthday at the city park with friends and family.
dsc03153And saw more monkey bar action.
Family pictures were taken. Silly ones.
And not so silly.
dsc03179The only sad part of this gathering was Aurora’s husband, Haymaker, couldn’t be there. He was working long hours mowing the first hay cutting of the season. It was a good year for the hay business.

Thankful for so many good times this year with family!