Old Pictures

My daughter "Carina" wanted me to post some old pictures of her being a flower girl at my sister's wedding. Unfortunately, I don't have a few hours to sort through the cabinet with all the little albums in it, so she's going to have to help me find those particular individual pictures. I did, however, sort through the cabinet with the big albums in it and found several pictures.









The first one is a group picture of my sister's wedding and Carina is being a shy, little flower child. Notice how tightly my hand is gripping her shoulder to keep her from dancing away from me. I think she is three years old. In the second she is four and, once again, being a flower girl at a cousins wedding. In the third she is five,the same age that her daughter is now.

The bottom two pictures are not of Carina.
They are of my husband and of our son.
Notice any similarities?

Such a Fine Sight to See

No. This is not a posed picture. They really do work this hard...and most of the time too!

Western Oklahoma

School was out today so that all the teachers could attend the funeral of a dear lady--one who had faithfully attended all our concerts for many years--the choir director's own mother.

Her name was Ruby, and, like her name, she sparkled as she lived her life. The wife of a pastor, the mother of three sons, the grandmother and great-grandmother of many, she shared with them her gift for music and her love of great songs. The service reflected this. It was a celebration, replete with all the old hymns we have come to cherish as outward proclamations of our inward hope and comfort.




We drove north in the early morning and saw sunlight glitter on windmills in the dawning.Passing through several small towns, we saw elevators with wheat painted on the sides.

Coming home we took a different route, so the afternoon found us in northwestern Oklahoma with little traffic and steppe-like terrain. The day was hot; the skies were blue, and the clouds were just poofy little fluffs.

Walking in the Rain

Swiftly to the edge of town
We walked to watch the sun go down

We saw the moon behind the cloud
And heard the crickets trill aloud

Somewhere West we saw it rain
On dusty fields and dry terrain

Saw the cloud bank pink and gray
Saw the lightning skip and play
We hurried home and the clouds gave chase
And we were soaked; we lost the race
But the rain felt wondrous on my face

The Fairy Princess Geek

Yesterday we celebrated my granddaughter Mim's fifth birthday. She has turned into a real "girly" girl whose favorite color is pink and who loves tiaras and necklaces. At the same time, she can't deny her father's engineering genes and instruction, and she often asks her mom if she can play "Think Geek" on the computer. What that means, of course, is can she peruse the website catalog and add desirable items to her "wish list". So after the excitement of the Edwardian dollhouse book, the strawberry princess cake and fairy costume with a real wand, she and her brother settled down to play with the gear machine.