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The Value of The Long View

Posted by on Mar 7, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

The Value of The Long View

As I get older, I often think about my grandparents’ lives in the whole. We look at their marriages as shining examples of success, and they were. We see them as hugely successful people, and they were. But, buried in those long marriages and successful lives were harsh and difficult days. Days when they failed. Days when their situation seemed impossible. Days when they felt like giving up. Days when they couldn’t see the road ahead. But, over all they came to the end of their lives and looked back on it with joy at the great life they had! This is a lesson for me. What about you? The value of the long view. It’s just another legacy they left...

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With God as My GPS!

Posted by on Feb 28, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

It used to be whenever I traveled I printed out MapQuest directions and then read over them until I was fairly confident of the path. Before that, of course there were real maps. I still carry a real map in my car today, but I now depend on my GPS.   I don’t think twice about directions. All I need is an address. In fact, sometimes I don’t even write down the address. When I get in the car I Google the place I want to go, program it into my GPS, and off I go.   Yesterday I didn’t need my I phone, but I did need the GPS. I had looked up the directions on MapQuest to see how long it would take, but didn’t bother with printing it. I programmed the address into my GPS—I’ve been here before so it was almost like the machine knew what was coming next—and off I went.   I started driving before the machine finished putting in instructions because I remembered part of the path that MapQuest suggested.  However, the GPS didn’t agree! It wanted me to go the opposite direction. So, I stopped and looked at the details of the GPS. Hmmm. Looks right.  (Let me put a suggestion in here. Usually it is not best to try and combine directional tools. I’ve tried before. Doesn’t end well.)  So, I decided to trust the GPS and call it exploring.     Our new town is in the mountains. There aren’t direct straight roads anywhere in the mountains and no direct route to the interstate that would take me up through Virginia to Pennsylvania. However, I’m pretty sure the GPS picked the “shortest route”, not the fastest.   An hour later I was still winding through curvy—you could almost call them hairpin turning—roads. I began to have doubts. But, I kept telling myself. . . as long as you see a road where it tells you to turn follow the directions. Just make sure there is a real road there.   Finally, in Damascus Virginia I stopped the car, called my husband, and pulled out the map. “I have no idea where I am,” I said. “Somewhere in Virginia but I still haven’t seen a main road. Beautiful scenery, but no main road.”   He laughed. “But you are safe.”   “Yes. And I have a map.” So, I consulted the map and got my bearings so the next time I came to an intersection I could tell that the quickest way to the interstate I wanted wasn’t the way the GPS was directing. I had explored enough. After all, I didn’t have time to “explore” all the way from NC to PA. Unfortunately, the way I chose had construction and I’m pretty convinced the directions the GPS planned would have been better. Hmmm.   As I flew along the interstate I thought about how much trusting the GPS is like trusting God. Sometimes the way He leads doesn’t make...

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On Snow Cream and Book Winners

Posted by on Feb 13, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

On Snow Cream and Book Winners

I just experienced a first. My husband and I made snow cream. I can’t believe I’ve never had this before! Where has it been all of my life? It’s not as if I’ve never seen snow. After all, I spent most of my life in Nebraska, Wyoming, and South Dakota. You would think I would be a snow cream aficionado. My name should be synonymous with snow cream instead of say, coffee. I’m just saying. But, no. I don’t remember having snow cream before. I remember eating snow as a child. It was kind of one of those guilty pleasures because we were instructed by someone—not sure it was our parents—that eating snow was dangerous. Of course, as my husband pointed out, this was in the late 60’s and early 70’s and it very well could have been due to the fear of radioactive particles! But today I discovered this unspeakable treat. I find it rather ironic that I had to move to the South to learn about snow cream. The South, where everything grinds to a halt at the threat of snow. The South, where schools are called off even before any snow-flakes fall. The South, where the interstate has even been known to become a parking lot. They make sure the generator is working or the kerosene supply is ready. (That’s due to the threat of ice storms and power outages—much more common down here.) People rush to the store and stock up on bread and milk. I now understand the milk part. Whenever there is the least threat—I mean promise—of snow here, the children start dreaming of snow men and snow cream. There are some people who even have superstitious rituals that they perform in hopes that it will bring enough snow to really call it a storm. My husband tells of taking the wash pan outside and filling it with snow so their mom could make snow cream. Today he took the big green dish out. It was so good we had to make a second batch. Here is the recipe: 4 cups snow, 1 cup milk, 1/4 cup sugar, 1 tsp. vanilla. So, while the South may not deal with the snowy roads as well as our neighbors up North, we do know what to do with our day at home. Make snow cream! I’m thinking that’s not such a bad thing! And, one more thing. . .  As promised, here are the winners of the free books. Please email me at doublecousins.net@gmail.com to let me know your address.  pthomas18, tarheel59qc, bayridge964, drusillajd, and pandminireland. Congratulations to the winners and thank you to all who...

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Winter Storm Preparedness from a Snowstorm Junkie!

Posted by on Feb 12, 2014 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 4 comments

Winter Storm Preparedness from a Snowstorm Junkie!

I am really a glutton for a good snow-storm. I love a good blizzard. I woke up early this morning just to see if it was snowing yet. I’ve been watching the weather map to see when the storm will arrive. I can’t wait! I grew up in Nebraska and Wyoming and there is something so exciting about being snowed in, preparing for power outages, and no watching the storm progress. I love it all. In fact, this morning I’ve had the TV on so that I can see all of the storm coverage. I am a snowstorm junkie! I guess one reason I love storms is that I know how to prepare. I know that if I prepare properly there isn’t anything to be afraid of, and it is an opportunity to hunker down with loved ones and eat soup, drink hot chocolate, and watch the snow fall. As I’ve listened to the newscasters reiterate over and over how to prepare for the coming storm I couldn’t help but realize that these same things apply to preparing for a spiritual storm. So, here are some of the practical emergency preparedness tips that I think apply to both, with a verse to back it up. (After all, we need to back our ideas up with scripture!”   Make sure you have enough food in the house. Cook some food ahead so if you lose power you can eat something besides bread and milk!     Matthew 4:4b “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.”  Fill your car gas tank. It may be hard to get gas after the storm. (This is especially important when planning for a hurricane. Bruce used to go fill every single vehicle with gas before a storm.)     Psalm 119:11 “Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.”  Make sure you have a back-up source of heat, if possible. Otherwise, make sure you have plenty of blankets and a gas grill for heating water.      Isaiah 25:4 “For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.” Find your candles, lanterns, and camping lamps so you have a light source.     Psalm 27:1 “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Make sure your cell phones are charged fully.     Philippians 4:8 “Finally brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” Stay home where you have heat, light, and food. Don’t put yourself...

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Super Bowl and Super Deal! – Book Give-Away

Posted by on Feb 3, 2014 in Blog, Double Cousins, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 15 comments

Super Bowl and Super Deal! – Book Give-Away

I was asked today which team I was rooting for. I asked who was playing. Yes. I did. To be honest, I don’t pay much attention to sports. I enjoy watching a football game if I’m watching with a group. I usually root for the underdog. Why? Because, I want people to win. I always feel bad for the loser. It’s as simple as that. So, I have a deal for you! My new website at www.miriamjonesbradley launches tomorrow, February 3rd. I am delighted to share this beautiful new site with you. It is user-friendly, full of information, and you can order my books straight from the site–either via links to Amazon, or directly from me! You can also learn more about my speaking opportunities, and where I’m going to be. “What’s the good deal,” you ask? It’s a contest! You have the opportunity to win one of my newly released books! Below you will find the rules for entering. I hope you will visit and explore my new website and tell your friends and family to check it out too! Miriam Jones Bradley Website Launch Official Book Giveaway Rules!  I will give away five copies of my latest book, The Double Cousins and the Mystery of the Rushmore Treasure. Entries will be collected from February 3 -11, 2014. Winners will be announced on my blog post Thursday, February 13, 2014 and will have one week to notify me of their mailing address. In order to enter you must: 1. Sign up for blog posts on my website 2. Choose ONE of these three 1. Comment on this blog post 2. Share this message on Twitter…. Enter to win multiple copies of @AuthorMiriam’s new release in the #doublecousins series at http://ow.ly/tcQnz 3. Share this message on Facebook (be sure to tage Miriam Jones Bradley for verification)… Enter to win multiple copies of Miriam Jones Bradley’s new release in the Double Cousins series at http://ow.ly/tcQn Entries will only be accepted from United States due to shipping...

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Holiday Memories, Holiday Stories

Posted by on Dec 9, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts | 1 comment

Holiday Memories, Holiday Stories

For some reason I’m not a huge fan of the Christmas movies. I don’t know why. They are usually fun, sentimental, and wholesome. I’m just not usually motivated to stop on a channel if it is one of those movies. But, last night I surprised myself. I was flipping channels and came across one and decided to watch. It was called Christmas Lodge and it was special. It was the story of a young woman who helps rescue the lodge where her family spent Christmas every year when she was little. It was all about God, family, and legacy. Of course I liked it. At the end when she not only got the guy, but her ailing Grandpa managed to make it to the newly restored lodge for Christmas, I shut off the TV and I sighed. That. Was. Great! I started thinking about family and the places we build traditions. That reminded me of a blog I’ve been itching to write. Back in the late 70’s and early 80’s we lived in Gillette, Wyoming. I was in my last two years of high school and early adult years. For several years, every Thanksgiving we would travel to Morrill, Nebraska to have Thanksgiving with my Uncle Tom, Aunt Twyla and their family. Grandpa and Grandma Jones would drive over from central Nebraska and meet us there. One year they all came to Gillette, but only once. It was easier for us to travel since we didn’t have animals to take care of, like Uncle Tom. This picture is one that was taken on one such Thanksgiving. This is my Grandpa Jones, my sister, and one of our cousins. Grandpa is in heaven now and Tony and Vonda are all grown up. But, when I look at this picture I have a flood of memories. Memories of the cinnamon buns and pumpkin pies Mom would make to take with us.  Memories of Uncle Tom cutting the turkey and waving the knife when I tried to snitch some. Memories of watching the football game on TV. Memories of watching the boys playing football out in the yard. Memories of looking through all of Aunt Twyla’s cake decorating books. Memories of sleeping on blankets on the floor. And, memories of Grandpa telling stories. Now, we all live in different places and we have different holiday traditions. But, for a few years we had that special time. It is one I’ll remember forever! What holiday traditions do you have? Do they involve listening to your grandparents tell stories. I’d recommend it! They have some interesting things to...

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Who, What, When, Where, How, and Why?

Posted by on Dec 2, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Who, What, When, Where, How, and Why?

             Who? YOU! What? Social Media Sale!  Buy one of each of my three books for only $25.00 plus shipping! (Bonus: I’m happy to sign and personalize each book!) When? Now until December 31st Where? www.Doublecousins.net or doublecousins.net@gmail.com How? Simply email me your order and I’ll take care of the rest! I’ll contact you for payment options. Why? Because it’s a great deal! A gift for children and/or adults! As always, all three books are available on Amazon and other online bookstores. They are also available in Kindle!...

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Power of an Unchanging God!

Posted by on Nov 28, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Power of an Unchanging God!

This morning I woke up to sunshine! I turned on the TV to see the parade. As I flipped through the channels I saw Kristyn Getty singing “In Christ Alone.” “No power of Hell, no scheme of man, Can ever pluck me from His hand. Till he returns or calls me home, Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.” I am thankful for many things, but the truth that God never changes and His power holds me till eternity is what I’m most thankful for today. Without that, well. . . none of that other stuff would mean much would it? My favorite reason to go to the beach is to see the ocean. There is something about watching the waves come in, go out, come in, go out that reminds me of the unchanging character of God. Enjoy this picture of the ocean! Let the unchanging character of God change...

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Imperfect People doing what a Perfect God asked!

Posted by on Nov 17, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 1 comment

Imperfect People doing what a Perfect God asked!

At church today I heard two messages. One was about the holiness of God. When we see Him for who He is and ourselves for who we are, it changes us. The second spoke to the fact that God was pleased with Solomon because he simply wanted wisdom. He loved God. I was reminded of some friends. What we need to do is ask God what it is He wants us to do, then do it. Simple, right? It reminds me of some friends. . . Little did I know when I offered to make an airport run for a conference that I was going to receive such an amazing blessing. In my car was Sue Badeau. As I heard just a bit of her story my heart jumped into my throat. This woman had a keen understanding of the needs of children, specifically the need for a home. She reminded me of a lady who wrote a book years ago titled, “The Family Nobody Wanted.” When I discovered she and her husband, Hector were writing a book about their experiences adopting and raising 22 children I simply couldn’t wait. So, I offered to read a pre-release copy. I wasn’t disappointed! First, she referenced the very book I mentioned above. No Kidding. Secondly, I found myself drawn into the book in such a way that I could not put it down. I wanted to know what happened to each child. I rejoiced with them in their accomplishments. My heart broke for them in their trials and disappointments. I felt like I knew this family. I was challenged in my thinking regarding the need for homes for older children and young people. As an adult whose mother died when I was young, I am very aware of the importance of extended family in the life of a child, especially those experiencing trauma. However, I had never transferred that knowledge to the reality of foster and adoptive children. I was thankful for the honest, humble way that Hector and Sue share their failures as well as their successes. These aren’t perfect people. They are simply imperfect people doing what a perfect God has asked them to do. Love the children. No, God hasn’t asked each of us to do what Hector and Sue have been asked to do. But, it can be a challenge to each of us to see people living out their calling! If you love children, if you believe in family, if you like biographies or stories about real people. . . this book is for you! Are We There Yet? The Ultimate Road Trip: Adopting and Raising 22 Kids! by Hector and Sue Badeau...

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Growing and Going

Posted by on Nov 15, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Growing and Going

I’ve had a wonderful month. It has been busy, but awesome. For years I dreamed of having my nieces and nephews come visit. But, due to the distance and finances it hasn’t happened. However, in the past sixteen months my three oldest nieces all made the trip down South. The twins were the last and they stayed three weeks, flying home last week. My house feels empty. Shortly before they arrived I found a picture from their eight-year-old trip. That’s another story but I’ll tell you that it is a trip my sister and I take them on when they are eight. It’s not a very original name, but the kids were the first to call it that and it stuck. The three girls—now all eighteen—reenacted the photo a couple of years ago. When I found the original picture I searched my computer files and found the second one. In this one picture is a description of how I’ve felt with their recent visits. Do you remember the commercial on TV about the dad letting his sixteen year old daughter drive away for the first time? As he looks into the car what he sees is a four-year-old sitting behind the wheel. The reality is that there is a capable young lady ready to take on the world. This has been my reality. Oh, the little girls were here. I saw them fleetingly in the giggles, mannerisms, and personality traits that stay with us through our lifetime. But, in the place of the little eight-year old girls were capable eighteen-year old women. Adults. So, these were “getting to know you” visits. I’m hoping that they will lay the foundation for a new kind of relationship. One in which I have three new “best friends”—once babies I snuggled with, children with whom I experienced adventure, and now adults with whom I can share. Growing up isn’t so bad after all, is...

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A Grown-Up Tea Party

Posted by on Oct 18, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 2 comments

A Grown-Up Tea Party

One of the things I miss the most about living near my family. . .  No, that’s not right. The thing I MOST miss about living near my family is the opportunity to be a daily part of my nieces and nephews lives. For the first ten years of “aunthood” I lived right there, in the thick of it. I was at every birthday party, every Christmas, every everything. Well, except for the year my passport was stolen and I had to wait to fly home from Europe, thereby missing the twins’ birthday. Something we would do that was particularly fun was tea parties. We would fill the teapot; pull out real tea cups and the tiny spoons. We would fill the creamer with milk, pull out the sugar dish, and place little cookies on a fancy plate. Gathered around the table we enjoyed each other’s company while practicing our manners. Even the boys enjoyed the tea parties because—of course—they involved food! They were precious memory-making opportunities and the beginning of my teapot collection. Each time I use a teapot I wish someone in my family could be here to enjoy tea with me. I have especially wished some of my nieces and nephews could come. Today, my dream has come true. Two of my nieces are here for a visit and we are having tea. The thing is while I imagine them as eight-year old little girls, they are now adults. They are doing online college courses, so we are tea partying over our work. While I blog and work on the last bits for my next book, they are working on a project on their laptops. And, we are enjoying tea. We are having a grown-up tea...

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Of Nurses and Politics. . .

Posted by on Oct 1, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized | 2 comments

Of Nurses and Politics. . .

Of Nurses and Politics. . . (This blog post is a repeat from 2012. However, considering the current events in America I believe it is timely!) I started my new job last week and I have two more days of corporate orientation. Then I get to start my “on the job training” in the ICU/CCU.   Since my official residence is still in South Carolina and I am a republican, I am voting this week.   Now, I realize there may be an apparent disparity between those two events, but I think not. I’ll explain why.   I started thinking about this last month when I finished my last week at Lexington Medical Center.  I was so, so, so glad to be done. But, I was desperately saddened. I was leaving “my peeps”. I’ve never called a group that before. For some reason—I’m unsure why—I bonded more than ever before with my coworkers. I think it may have been our differences.   The group that worked the night shift were from all over. There were some from the South, sure. But, there were some from the Midwest, the Northeast, the Philippines, Norway, and even one from that foreign-est of foreign places, South Dakota. But, that didn’t matter.   It also didn’t matter that we were of all different persuasions of religion and politics. There were ultra-conservative people, bleeding hearts, those who really didn’t have an opinion, and some in the middle. We were of every color, “red and yellow, black and white.”   We even had different styles of nursing. There were the “rule followers” who believed the policy is the ultimate document. There was the laissez faire, laid-back sort. There were the “Lone ranger” nurses who liked to do things themselves, and then there were the “it’s all more fun if we do it as a group” type.   Oh, there were differences. Differences of style, differences of personality, differences of beliefs, and even differences of opinion, otherwise called disagreements. Oh yes, there were disagreements.   BUT.   There was a unifying cause. There was something that trumped all of those differences and disagreements and that was what made us a team. The patient.   Nothing brings a team of nurses together like these words, “Call a Code.” Or even the slightly less terrifying, “I need help in here.”   When a patient is “crashing” the nurses come together and there is one goal, saving the patient. All differences are forgotten and they work as a team to make sure the patient survives. Maybe things aren’t done exactly like the “rule followers” would like. Maybe the “bleeding hearts” don’t get everything they would like. But, the patient gets their best group effort.   Here was my thinking as I finished at Lexington and now this week as I am being introduced to a new team. I was privileged to work in the midst of such a great and diverse group of nurses. I learned a lot from them, even...

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Birthday Remembrance of a Proverbs 31 Woman

Posted by on Sep 23, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Birthday Remembrance of a Proverbs 31 Woman

Today marks 101 years since Grandma Jones (Mildred) was born. She has been in heaven almost four years. I still think of her every day. Her love, kindness, gentleness, and wisdom live on in the memories of those who knew her and the stories they tell. She wasn’t a “talker.” In fact, she was one of the few people in her immediate family who wasn’t. She was a listener. However, when she said something you were well-advised to listen! So, today I want to create a blog of some of the sayings I remember. I hope they bless you as they do me. “The good old days weren’t so good.” Sod house where she gave birth to my Daddy “If it won’t matter in fifty years, it isn’t worth worrying about now.” “Crying doesn’t help, it just gives you a headache.” “The main thing with your weight, Miriam, is to keep the first number a one.” “It’s good to see them come, and it’s good to see them go.” (On family coming to visit.) “There  wasn’t much divorce when we were young. If you didn’t like him one day you just waited a few days until you did.” While watching Antiques Roadshow: “They aren’t worth that much. That’s just what they are willing to pay. Those are just old things from when I was a kid.” “Come see me when I’m alive, don’t worry about bringing flowers when I’m...

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Goldenrods and My Faith

Posted by on Sep 11, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Goldenrods and My Faith

“Aren’t those yellow flowers beautiful?” I pointed out the window of the pick-up at the mass of wildflowers in the ditches alongside the road. “They’re all along the road up the mountain too.” I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the glorious yellow flowers as I’ve driven back and forth to Hendersonville the past few weeks, and here were more of them between Newberry and Banner Elk. “Those are goldenrod,” Bruce said. “They are terrible allergens.” My mouth dropped open. “Goldenrod? That’s the state flower in Nebraska. What’s it doing out here?” And then, it happened. Yes, if you know me and my love of Nebraska, you will know what happened next. I started singing. There I was, riding through the North Carolina foothills singing Beautiful Nebraska at the top of my lungs.                                     Beautiful Nebraska, peaceful prairie land. Laced with many rivers, and the hills of sand.   Then I realized what I was doing and I stopped. You see, the song and the Nebraska lore are so deeply engrained in my mind that it is automatic. I don’t even think about it. I just sing. After all, I spent eighteen years of my life in Nebraska. But I wasn’t in Nebraska. Just singing the Nebraska song didn’t change my location. For that I would need to get in a car or hop on a plane and head west. Yesterday on my walk I saw more goldenrods all along the path to the park and it started me thinking. It struck me that my Christian upbringing has similarities to the goldenrod influenced outburst of Sunday evening. Bible verses and hymns are the stuff of my childhood. When I hear the word “joy” a song immediately jumps into my mind. Many phrases pull a verse up from my subconscious. But, the truth is just having a culture of spiritual songs and scriptures isn’t enough. That doesn’t make me a Christian. No, that required a decision to place my trust in what Jesus did for me on the cross. Yes, I’m glad I have a Nebraska heritage. I’m also thankful for my Christian heritage. But, above all I’m thankful for the saving grace of God, for without it I’d just be singing about a destination I’d never see!   P.S. The Grandparents Day book drawing was won by Carol Weeks. Congratulations, Carol! Your book will be in the mail tomorrow! Thank you to all who commented on my...

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Grandma Walton’s Real Estate

Posted by on Sep 7, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Grandma Walton’s Real Estate

Yesterday at work I was in a patient’s room giving a medication. My patient was watching The Waltons. I have strong memories of sitting at Grandpa and Grandma Jones’ house with the cousins, eating grapes and watching The Waltons. Awesome memories. While I signed into the computer, scanned the patient’s armband and medication, and gave the medication I watched and listened to two scenes in this episode. John Boy began by narrating the fact that when he started writing he wanted to tell the stories of his family and his home. Then it goes to a scene with him waiting while his teacher reads his story. It was the first story he had been brave enough to share and I found myself becoming nervous for him as he waited. Of course she loved it and told him that he had a gift. A gift that was his alone and he could do anything with. I was delighted. But wait, there was more! The next scene is John Boy talking to Grandma. Grandma is looking at the paper and she acknowledges that if the teacher says it is really good, it must be really good. She says she is proud. Then she goes off on a speech about how John Boy’s grandpa gave him an inheritance of the meadow and she doesn’t have anything to give him. He assures her that her gift to him was just being there, but she shrugged him off and kept talking. Grandma explained that her family was a family of story-tellers. When she was a girl they sat around and told stories. You could see the light come on in John Boy’s mind and he said, “Then I inherited my gift from you!” Grandma smiled. Shaking with delight she said, “John Boy, those stories have been maturing in my mind and now they are ready to be told. I will tell them to you and that will be your inheritance from me!” “Grandma, I cherish you,” said John Boy. And Miriam cried. It reminds me of my grandpas. I’ve sat and listened to all three of them share family stories with me. That’s why I write! Tomorrow is Grandparents Day. So many elderly people want to leave something of worth to their children. Many don’t think they have anything to offer. I suggest that the stories and wisdom from our elders is something to be cherished! Something to listen to and remember! Something to write down! Elders, go forth and tell! The rest of you. . . go forth and...

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Bradley Beans and the Badeau Family

Posted by on Sep 5, 2013 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts, Uncategorized |

Today two great things happened! First I picked, snapped, and canned four jars of beans. The second thing which happened is that I received a book via UPS! Now, what on earth do these two things have to do with each other? Let me tell you. My husband and I were talking on the phone and he shared something. “I was thinking about your blog post about pole versus bush beans and I realized something,” he said. He proceeded to relate how the blog post made him realize that the beans we are growing aren’t just food. They are legacy. You see, we obtained the seeds from his uncle and they are called Bradley Beans. They are saved down through the generations from who-knows-where. In fact, my husband is on a search to find how long these beans have been used by his family and where they got them. All he knows is that they are the only kind his parents ever grew, and the entire extended family depends on saving their Bradley Beans. Just a couple of nights ago I spent a few minutes removing beans from some of the pods we let get too big to eat. They will be our seeds for next year. We even hope to have enough extra to share with a cousin who lost her seeds when she moved, and my parents who think the idea of not bending over to pick beans is a good one! Bruce went on to explain that one part of the legacy is the fact that you have to save the seeds. Every year. You can’t depend on seeds from years ago. We found that out when we inherited the house. We tried planting some beans we found here, but it had been too many years. Bruce pointed out that it is like working with children. The influence we have on children is an hourly, daily, weekly, continuous process. We can’t just depend on what we did a year ago. It takes time! It takes repeated teaching. It takes continuous work. Whether a parent, aunt, uncle, or grandparent our influence needs to be ongoing. This leads to the book I received in the mail by my friends Hector and Sue Badeau, Are We There Yet? The Ultimate Road Trip: Adopting and Raising 22 Kids. I was privileged to read a preliminary copy on my computer and I was hard-pressed to put it down. My heart soared with them when they had glorious break-through moments and brought each child home. My heart broke with them when the realities of life came crashing in. I was inspired by their honesty and transparency in speaking of their own human frailty. This couple doesn’t focus on raising a kid and letting them go. No, they are in it for the long haul. Almost every day I see Sue posting a message on Facebook for one of her children or grandchildren (and sometimes more than one a day, as you can...

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