Thursday, October 2, 2014

Remembering WWII

Last Saturday I attended a WWII living history day.  It was my first WWII reenactment I've been to, and I loved it!  The town it was held in was quite small, and they had gone to great lengths to make it as real as possible.  There was an old truck and car parked along the street.



Posters in store windows encouraged citizens to buy war bonds.  A recruiting station across the street from the court house.  A Canteen diner was selling root beer floats, Coca-colas (in glass bottles), and pop corn. 
You could sit and listen to veterans tell their stories though out the day, or you could walk down the street and browse though the swap-meet army items.


 Even though the main street was blocked off to traffic, you still had to be careful when crossing the street due to army motorcycles, and other army vehicles driving back and forth as they gave rides to young children.




Soldiers and sailors walked leisurely around as young girls with red lipstick and victory rolled hair hurried by.

The battle took place in the street.  It started with young ladies screaming as they ran down the street, holding onto their hats. Soon the firing started.  Motorcycles drove up and down. A German sniper in an upstairs court house window yelled to his fellow men in German.  


 As the American GI's advanced upon the Germans's, tin cans were lit which caused a small cloud of smoke. After smoking for a few seconds, the can produced sparks and more smoke.  Soon all the Germans within 'smoke range' were laying on the ground . . . victims of war.  
Our brave men advanced enough to get some prisoners, as well as to take over the court house. 


Hitler's flag fell prey to the hero's of the battle. 


Old Glory, proclaiming victory to the citizens.


As much as I enjoy Civil War reenactments, I believe I enjoy - no . . .  appreciate. . .  - a WWII reenactment better.  I am two generations away from the people who lived during that time.  I can go and hear their stories in person, not just read it from a book.
I love keeping history alive by participating in reenactments, but I feel that we have lost the realization that we are portraying events that really did take place.  It has become too much of an enjoyable hobby; at least with Civil War reenactments. 

Saturday, December 21, 2013

No Place Like Home

I am home for a few weeks since the university is on winter break and I don't have to return to work until January 13th.


Home. Yes, I've missed home.  It wasn't until I took a walk outside that I realized how many little things I miss.  The barn smell, wood smoke from the wood burner, the sound of snow crunching under my feet, Jersey cows that watch every move you make, the open sky, cats nestled in the hay, wild life footprints in the snow . . . things I didn't realize I missed until I returned. You know what's missing from the previous sentence? A dog at my side.  I miss my little Jack Russel dog. It's been a year since I had to have him put down, but I still miss him.


Living in the south where it hardly snows makes me feel sad for southern people because they don't get to experience snow.  I can't imagine life without snow every year . . . or making snow angels, or snowmen, or sledding behind the tractor, or seeing the beauty of frosted windows. . . I love to hear snow crunch under my feet.  Next to watching a baby sleep, and hearing rain on the roof, listening to snow flakes fall is one of the most peaceful things I experienced.


As this year draws to a close, I continue to be amazed, grateful and thankful for my Father's unfailing, unwavering and unconditional faithfulness to me over that past six months! The latest happening that has proved His faithfulness was guiding me to a Dr. in the south who has figured out that I don't have a sluggish thyroid. This is a Dr. who thinks outside the box and really listens to what I'm saying.  He knows how I feel before I even tell him: "You don't sleep good, do you? You don't wake up feeling energized, do you?"


 Stay tuned for my whole health store and the revealing of what I've been dealing with for about six years . . . coming at a later date, on a computer near you!

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Marvelous Things

Just a quick update to let you all know that God has been SO good over that past six months! When camp ended, I decided to stay down here in the south a little longer. The Lord provided a job, and a place to live all within about two weeks!

I got the job!
 I'm busier than I ever thought I would be.  I'm working 35-47 hours a week. I'm singing in a Christmas choir.  I'm surrounded by history. I have met a wonderful Civil War civilian unit. 

In addition to starting my new job, I finished my studies of interior decorating and graduated from PennFoster career school

Enjoying God's creation
I continue to be amazed and full of thanksgiving as the Lord proves His faithfulness! So many doors have opened and I cannot help but praise and thank Him!

Living so far from home can be a challenge at times. But I have no doubt that moving was one of the best decisions I've ever made!


O LORD, you are my God; I will exalt you and praise your name, for in perfect faithfulness you have done marvelous things, things planned long ago.
Isaiah 25:1

Sunday, September 1, 2013

A Civil War graduation

I had always wanted to have a Civil War ball at the historic train depot in town.  So when I graduated from high school sis years ago, my dream came true.  Friends and family were invited, musicians were found, cookies were made, dressed and corsets were sewn, dance cards were made, and on September 1st, we danced the night away. 
My wonderful family

Mom suggested I ride in on our box bed wagon.  
Some soldiers from the unit I'm with fired a volley.
Waiting for the Grand March to start

The Virginia Reel

A waltz 
Snowball reel

Resting our feet as we sampled the cookies and lemonade.
Patty Cake Polka



A wonderful time was had by all who attended! 

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

A Summer of Camp

 What an amazing summer it has been!
I started the summer by working in the kitchen.  My day started somewhere around 6 a.m. and ended around 10 p.m. or 11.  For the most part, I enjoyed being in the kitchen. But there were moments when I compared the work I was doing with what the counselors were doing and got a little discouraged because I wasn't working one-on-one with the campers; I didn't feel like I was making a difference by working in the kitchen. Nevertheless, I was glad to be there.
On my way 'home' (aunt and uncle's home about an hour away) for the weekend, I was so full of praise and thankfulness to my Lord for the opportunity to be in a different state and that I had eyes to see the beauty of the hills!
After about four weeks of helping in the kitchen, and after I had become content to work 'behind the scenes', Kevin (the camp boss) had me be a jr. cabin leader.

Sunday came and the campers started arriving to Cabin one.  Suddenly I felt like a mother to eleven girls. One wanted me to do her hair, and help her pick out what she should wear. Another was homesick the whole week. Ellie, the head cabin leader and I carried a stack of Bibles and notebooks to chapel twice a day.  And every single one of our girls went to the nurse at least once a day for something or other. By Thursday, two girls had to be sent home due to fevers.
That first week of cabin leading I learned that you can serve the Lord with your whole heart when you're not focused on things at home, outward appearance, wanting a boyfriend, etc.  It was a long week, but it was worth it!


Half way through the summer I became sick and missed a week of camp.  I was so disappointed! I was physically worn out and ended up sleeping most of the time.

At last I was feeling better (despite having allergies), and returned to camp.  I was co-cabin leader with Ellie again.  That week we had thirteen girls. Most of the girls had been to camp before and we didn't have to keep them in line very much. They knew how to clean the cabin, which resulted in winning cabin clean up one day and they were named the Honor Cabin of the week for their positive attitudes.  Right from the start one of the girls was very homesick and proved to be a challenge for me to deal with.  I was running low on compassion that week and was tired of trying to encourage her day after day.  But with the Lord's strength and prayers from family members, I made it through.


Week three of cabin leading came and my wishful thinking of having an easy group of girls flew out the window. Little did I know this would be my most challenging week of the summer.  Molly and I were the cabin leaders of thirteen girls, four of which came from inner city homes, another one had ADD.  One was homesick most of the week; another seemed to always put up a fuss at dinner time which made her and me late half the time, two of the girls needed love and attention all the time, and most of the girls were totally unmotivated to clean the cabin or get moving to be at chapel on time. There were many a times when Molly and I would just stand still for a second, and take a deep breath in order to make it through the next half hour.
That week I learned what it's like to empty and die to self every day - every hour - as I gave all my attention to the girls in our cabin.


My last week of cabin leading was with Erin, during early teen week.  It was the easiest week of cabin leading.  It was such a nice change to deal with girls in their early teens rather then jr. campers! I didn't have to constantly be on them to get going, or clean up.  Wed. was a fun day, because Erin and her identical twin sister, switched identities.  Both were cabin leaders, so Erin became Catherine and Catherine became Erin for five hours. The moment "Erin" walked into the cabin after staff meeting to wake the girls up, the girls knew something was a little different with "Erin".  Throughout the morning one of them would comment to me about "Erin" acting more like Catherine. All the staff knew about the switch, and had fun pretending like we knew nothing about it when the campers challenged us as to something suspicious going on.


The last week of camp, I was a Pioneer Leader; I watched the young children of the director and nurse.  I was in charge of four children, ages 4 - 7 from 7 a.m. until around 7:30 p.m. Two mid-teenage girls would come by to help from time to time throughout the day.  I got a few hours of break time in the afternoon when the parents were able to have their children with them.  We had Bible stories, crafts, play time, chapel, rest time and meal time.  I felt like a mom always having to tell them to 'please push your cup further onto the table', eat three more bites, use both hands, don't run, wash your hands - with soap, did you say 'thank you?', stay out of the mud puddles, etc. The days were long, but it was a good week.


After nine weeks, camp is over.  I look back at all that took place and all that the Lord took me through. And all He taught me.  I couldn't have made it though without the prayers of my family, and the strength the Lord gave me, minute by minute.  What do I see or think of when I reflect over the summer?

 God's unwavering faithfulness.

His faithfulness to carry me through the day when I only got 5 or 6 hours of sleep.  His faithfulness to not tell the homesick campers to just get over it.  His faithfulness to keep me healthy (despite missing one week). His faithfulness to keep me awake on my way to and from 'home' on the weekends.  His faithfulness to give me energy. His faithfulness to still love me when I was fed up with some campers. His faithfulness to not forget me. His faithfulness to give grace, unlimited. His faithfulness to be a loving God. 

How can I say thanks
for the things you have done for me-
Things so undeserved,
yet You give to prove Your love for me?
The voices of a million angels
Could not express my gratitude-
All that I am and ever hope to be,
I owe it all to Thee.

To God be the glory, To God be the glory;
To God be the glory for the things he has done.
With His blood He has saved me;
With His power He has raised me;
To God be the glory for the things he has done.
Just let me live my life:
Let it be pleasing, Lord, to Thee.
And should I gain any praise,
Let it go to Calvary.
With His blood He has saved me;
With His power He has raised me;
To God be the glory for the things he has done. 
~ Andrae Crouch

Friday, May 31, 2013

May This Journey

My bags are packed; the CR-V is loaded.  I'm ready to call it a day and get a good nights sleep, for tomorrow, I leave my home state. When will I return? I don't know.  Hence the feeling to take much more then I need to . . . but I've put things back in attempts to be a 'light traveler'.
Tomorrow I head for the south, where, I'm told, it's hot and humid. My first instinct is to worry because I don't like hot and humid weather.  I'd be hard pressed to find someone who does like it.  I'm trying not to think about the time when I almost passed out from over heating after picking green beans once.
I've been in a war the past few weeks; a war between worrying, and letting the Lord be in control.  Satan has made me doubt myself, my ability and physical state of being, as to whether I should go and volunteer at camp.  Then the Lord will put Satan in his place and proceed to show me a verse, or a book that makes me stop in my tracks and marvel at how He knows what I'm going through.  He's reminded me that He'll be with me, every step of the way, one day at a time, in everything I'll be doing.  He's taught me to be on the look out for Him, because where He is, there will be a victory (I love that word!).  He's taught me to have faith instead of fear, to trust instead of worry, to believe instead of doubt, to be faithful to His calling, to believe that I have what it takes to do what He's given me to do, to take one step at a time, and to look forward to what He's going to do, and how He's going to help me this summer.

"Jesus guide me through the tempest, keep my spirit staid and sure. When the midnight meets the morning, let me love You even more. 
May this journey bring a blessing, may I rise on wings of faith; And at the end of my heart's testing, with Your likeness let me wake." ~ Margaret Becker   Song: Jesus, Draw Me Ever Nearer

A list of verses that has helped me as I prepare to leave:
 1 Corinthians 15:56-57
 2 Corinthians 9:8
 2 Corinthians 12: 9
 Ephesians 2:10
 Romans 15:13
 John 10: 3b-4


Sunday, May 19, 2013

The Parthenon

Some pictures of the full-scale, replica Parthenon:




 



Don't forget to look up!
Those Greeks knew how to make a building that showed strength and power!