Honoring the journey—then and now
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The Kids in Your Life Need Manga
This week, I’m exhausted but happy after a weeklong visit from my sweet ten-year-old granddaughter! We’ve packed in all sorts of fun activities, including a couple of trips to the bookstore, where Chloe picked up some new reading material in her favorite genre: manga! I’ve turned over this space to her today. Read on as…
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Reconstruction Diary Meditations: The Music of Change and the Pages of Progress
Wednesday, July 25, 1866 We have had no rain today. The boys bound and hauled the oats. Lizzie went and took another lesson in music. David took a few dollars of silver and gold to the bank of Knightstown for me and got it exchanged. They paid 40 cents premium for gold and 25 cents…
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When the World Literally Starts Spinning
Nothing seems straight these days. Aside from Jerry’s dying in the hospital just as we were ready to leave after his heart surgery and recovery, other things aren’t quite lining up, either. I first noticed it in my kitchen. In those early days of wanting the kids nearby, I offered to make supper for us…
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Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Unexpected Family Connections
Sunday, July 15, 1866 A very warm morning and day; mercury at 90; some slight indication of rain, but no rain. Milton, Lizzie, and I went to meeting, which was small. No preaching; some napping. [This] afternoon David went with Lizzie and me to George Butler’s to see Elisha and Luscinda [sic] Butler who have…
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The Trouble With Online Research: What’s A Gal to Believe?
AI is making us lazy… and maybe even stupid. Remember what Socrates is said to have said? To paraphrase, written text makes us lazy because we don’t remember anything, so our minds atrophy… even though we still think we’re smart. Or something like that. Today, I went online to research “inserting” as a sewing technique.…
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What’s your birthday gift to the USA? A lesson from Monticello
Last Fourth of July, my husband and I were on the road, headed home from Colonial Williamsburg with our nine-year-old granddaughter. We saw the sign for Jefferson’s Monticello and decided to take the tour. The home itself had always fascinated me, but somehow, we’d never been this close or had the time to stop. This…
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Working Together – Apart
It was always Jerry’s. I tried to leave it alone, even when I learned something new or remembered something from my class taught by the experts. But now, without him, the garden along the fence- his garden- is a mess. Eventually, we learned a secret to sustain our successful second marriage. Or else we came…
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Reconstruction Diary Meditations: Indiana Farm Summer
Tuesday, June 26, 1866 Lizzie has been too much indisposed in health to assist much in household duties. I did the ironing and cooking mostly. Mother is still gathering and canning fruit – currants and raspberries. Jonathan and Milton went to Charlottesville to look at some reaping machines. They finally concluded to get an “iron…
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What No One Warned Me About When My Husband Died
Are you kidding me? It’s taken two and a half months to begin to get Social Security payments resolved after Jerry’s death. This week I finally had my appointment- by phone- with a representative from Social Security. Nine weeks after my husband died. Just a month after his death, I drove to the local office…
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