Posts made in February, 2019

Old Photos, Mount Vernon, and Niblings

Posted by on Feb 27, 2019 in Blog, Double Cousins |

Old Photos, Mount Vernon, and Niblings

Last week I spent quite a bit of time scanning old photos into my computer. It could have been tedious, but instead it was bittersweet and fun. The pictures were ones I took during the first ten years of Aunt-hood. They were photos of my niblings (the gender neutral term for nieces and nephews—something I learned from a niece just yesterday.)   When my oldest nieces graduated I started a tradition of giving them a scrapbook of their life. It is a lot of work, but definitely worth it. So far I have completed five of the twelve. The most recent to graduate have been waiting two years for theirs. Sigh. So, I decided to get on it.   After all, I can’t fail to follow through on this tradition. That’s the challenge to starting things like this. You have to be fair, now, don’t you? Which brings me to another event from last week, President’s Day. Last summer Bruce and I had the privilege of meeting my Marine nephew in VA and visiting George Washington’s home at Mount Vernon. He was state-side for some training and only a few hours from us, so we couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He was almost 22 and as I contemplated the last time I was at Mount Vernon, I realized I had been 22 at the time. Somehow it made it a bit more special. We had a great time, even though it rained ALL DAY LONG. Andrew said, “We are making more memories.” I told him that my goal for this trip was to make the switch from seeing him as an eight year old. After all, there are no eight year old marines.   When the niblings were each eight, or thereabouts, my sister and I would take them on what we ingeniously called “the eight year old trip.” Thankfully, we recently completed the last one ever. We treasured every one of those five trips, but they were a project and like I said before. . . once we started the tradition, it had to be finished! Apparently I wasn’t the only one reminded of those trips. When I was sharing with my parents via phone about our trip with Andrew, my second niece Megan—sitting in my parent’s dining room—chimed in. “I didn’t realize you were offering twenty-two-year-old trips!”   “I’m not,” I said.  “Unless you get deployed overseas and fly in some place within driving distance. Then, I’ll come see you.”   Guess she took it to heart. She is graduating this Spring with an online degree from Liberty University in VA and will be coming out for the ceremony. Yep. Aunt Miriam and Uncle Bruce will be there. But just to be clear, we aren’t offering twenty-four-year-old trips...

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Blessing in a Really Bad Idea

Posted by on Feb 4, 2019 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 2 comments

Blessing in a Really Bad Idea

About two years ago, my sister-in-law Ginny suggested that we make a quilt together. She is a quilter and a friend had given her quite a bit of material with teapots on it and she thought of me. Now, my reaction was not very appreciative, I admit. I think I might have laughed out loud. Not a joyful laugh, a sarcastic “what are you thinking-don’t you know who you are talking to—let me share a little more about myself” laugh. After all, I am not on good terms with sewing machines, material, needles, thread. . . any of those things. My mom and home economics teacher did their best, but it didn’t take.   But I didn’t say no. After my initial negative response, I tried to be interested. She persisted. I resisted. She persisted.   Two years ago this May Bruce had half of his thyroid removed. Ginny, because she is an awesome sister-in-law and because this is what she does when someone is waiting at the hospital, came to sit with me. But she came prepared. She brought several pieces of The Material to show me.   I have to admit I was a bit more enthused and quickly—I know, it’s too late to say quickly—agreed to do it. We set a date to start.   When I arrived and we went to Ginny’s amazing quilt making room upstairs I was like a fish out of water. I was also lost in a brain fog and was having difficulty even coming to terms with what I was about to take part in. She pointed to some material and said that it would need ironed. I could do that. I actually enjoy ironing.   Here are some of the things I learned while working on the quilt.   Ironing is relaxing and helps me get rid of stress.                I enjoy the creativity of choosing different materials to put together in a square.                I would rather pick the materials and iron than actually cut the material.                Sewing machines still don’t like me.                My sister-in-law is a dear friend. So, it took us a year, but we finished it on August 17th. I was really excited to get it done, because I wanted to take it home to SD and to the reunion in NE to show all of my family. We have a lot of seamstresses in our family and several quilt makers. I could just imagine how impressed they were going to be with my tied quilt, even if it was smaller than a twin bed—a throw quilt. Of course, as it happened I got it done just in the nick of time. August 22nd we got the call that Daddy had suffered another stroke and he would be going to heaven soon. So, we quickly packed the car and left the next morning, the quilt in the back seat.   When we arrived at the hospice house we brought the quilt in. I...

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