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    Amblings, possibly Ramblings

    I’m always surprised at how much hotter it is in Texas.  Well, not always hotter than Tulsa.  And since our home in Northwest Arkansas is almost due east of Tulsa, that seems strange.  More trees in our area?  More hills, less humidity?  Hhmmm…  The air conditioner runs all the time and I even want some ice in my water.  A nephew from my side of the family is in New Mexico for the summer.  Maybe it’s hotter there than here.  Maybe.

    Aldo’s funeral is Friday afternoon and family is already starting to gather.  Three of the four sons are here, as well as one daughter-in-law (me!); another daughter-in-law stopped by on her way to Tulsa from Houston (her father is having a medical procedure tomorrow) and a daughter, two granddaughters, and one great-granddaughter live here.  More family will arrive throughout the day tomorrow, including our sons - one flying in from NYC and the other driving in from western TN.

    It’s late, with GB and his two brothers conversing the night away as I sit typing.  They only see one another a couple of times a year, so no time is wasted sleeping.  While our children were visiting us last week, we drove down here to see my in-laws.  We are so very glad we did.  Just a few days after we left, Aldo slipped away to his heavenly home.

    It was so great to have our little family together for a week.  We miss our sons very much and are so proud of them.  We are thankful for our daughter-in-law and loved the time spent getting to know her even better.  Besides our trip to Texas, we went bowling with the extended family, had a family fun night at my parents, prepared a home feast of shrimp and scallops, and spent many hours talking.  The highlight, for GB and me, was an anniversary dinner gift from the kids.  They took us out for a fine, fine meal of excellent hors d’oeuvres, steak, seafood, trimmings, and dessert.  I must say that it was the best steak I’ve ever had.  No offense to GB’s grilling skills, but it was excellent.  Grilled asparagus and roasted brussel sprouts were my vegetable choices, and the steak was topped with a dollop of truffle butter.  We also enjoyed salmon, ahi tuna egg rolls, and fried calamari for our pre-meal feast.  I chose homemade blackberry ice cream with English walnuts for dessert.  Wowser!

    I think there are several morals to these amblings and possible ramblings - enjoy life.  Go with the flow.  “Mourn with those who mourn, rejoice with those who rejoice.”  Count your blessings.  Be thankful.


    "honor to whom honor is due"

    It’s been a few days since I’ve been able to spend time on the site, and I apologize.  Our grandma left this life, peacefully, on the 19th and we are very happy for her.  Our visit to her the day before her passing now brings us even greater joy and I thank Daddy for taking us with him.  Her Memorial Service was yesterday and it was lovely.  A large group of family attended, as well as her church family and many friends.  It was fitting for us to honor her, as she lived a wonderful life of service and love.  There was lots of laughter, a few tears, as stories and memories were shared.  We had the opportunity to take pictures of family groups as we ate lunch together afterward.  Thank you to the Crosstown Church of Christ in Tulsa for taking such good care of us and to the minister and song leader for a great service. 

    Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.” “Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”  Revelation 14:13

    We love her, Precious Pearl, we already miss her; but we will see her again.  Today’s journal pages are dedicated to grandma.  You can access them by clicking on the tabs across the top of this page - The Healthy Home, Kids at Home, and The Nourishing Home.  I hope you enjoy her wisdom as I pass it on to you.

     Grandma and we 3


    Livin' on Tulsa Time

    We’ll be hitting the road tomorrow…”Over the river, and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go.”  Not her home, home; but her sweet, little room at the nursing home.  I can’t wait to see her and we’ll take some Happy Mother’s Day goodies!  I’m thinking they will be different and funky - a small bag of animal cookies, some gummy bears, nice lip-gloss.  Who knows what we’ll come up with? She doesn’t need much - our visit will be a good gift for her, and for us.

    These times are for introspection, and for putting our lives into perspective.  What is really important?  Family, heritage, love, remembrance.  Understanding and putting into practice those admirable traits from our forbearers.  Forgiving the failings of those we love the most.  Thanksgiving.

    GB and I left Tulsa 23 years ago, wanting to rear our sons away from the big city.  Nevertheless, Tulsa is a wonderful city.  Well-planned infrastructure, the arts, lovely parks, and the great outdoors just a short drive away.  Oklahomans get their fair share of redneck jokes, but I am proud to be an Okie.  The state history is diverse and interesting, and I love all the Native American names and regions.  Mostly, I’m proud to be part of wonderful families who worked hard, in Oklahoma, to provide for future generations.

    The drive over will be pretty and interesting.  We’ll enjoy lovely pastures of dairy farms, drive past a productive Mennonite community (maybe a stop for fresh bread or cinnamon rolls!), and roll over the bridge of the lovely Verdigris River (which is running full right now).  I like to watch for the moment when the skyline from downtown Tulsa first appears; and then think back to trips, with the family, through those downtown streets.  We watched many a parade, toured the  NBT  building (National Bank of Tulsa-the tallest structure around back then, built in 1917), and enjoyed the lights and decorations of the Christmas season.

    Which brings me to a funny story from my childhood (funny now, not so much then), involving downtown, Christmas, and the NBT building.  It was the late 1960’s, and my mother and my aunt thought it would be neat and fun to go to the top of the bank building and look out the windows, all over Tulsa.  It was a famous building, and boasted a zeppelin mooring and a beacon at the top.  The beacon light had multi-colored panels and could be seen for miles around. 

    We were downtown for the Christmas parade, a major event for Tulsa.  There were five of us children on this field trip, two cousins, my two siblings, and me.  The youngest of the bunch was a cousin, being just a baby; and I was the eldest.  We took the elevator to the topmost floor that could be accessed by the public, pretty much to the tippy top.  Elevator riding would have been a little-known treat, and I wish I could remember the excitement I must have felt.  I do remember that there was ‘construction’ on the floor where we stepped out - lumber, electrical cords, etc.  Remodeling or some such.

    I have only vague memories of being up so high and looking out the windows, because my remembrance of this trip has to do with what happened as we were leaving.  Mother tells that the elevator was full of folks going down, and we all crowded in.  When we reached street level, everyone piled off, and we started for the doors.  Only to notice that my brother, the youngest of we three siblings (four or five years old at the time), was not with us.  He had been left on the elevator, or didn’t get off, however the story goes.  We turned around; hurried back to the elevator, to find that the doors were closed and it was on its way back up.  My, oh my.  Being a mother now, I can imagine how my own must have felt.

    So, we waited.  After a few minutes, down came the elevator and the doors slid apart.  There stood my cute, little, redheaded brother, all buttoned up and becapped in a smart, matching, navy blue coat set (we were always dressed to the nines).  I can see him clearly, standing all alone (the elevator having gone up empty and right back down again), not crying, and waiting for…who knew what.  Knowing my mother and aunt, they probably just looked at him for a moment, Mother took his hand, and off we went.

    Tulsa is full of memories.