tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31184413783962813972024-03-20T06:13:23.270-07:00Four Sisters FarmFarm Chick (at Heart)http://www.blogger.com/profile/08154020136827531333noreply@blogger.comBlogger644125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-66388110490883566922019-06-15T19:55:00.001-07:002021-04-29T12:38:17.391-07:00Missing "Grandpa Mac"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Dad moved to heaven this past March. I haven't written about it...not publicly...</div>
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This Father's Day 2019 is my first without my Dad. </div>
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Dad was always hard to buy gifts for...he said he didn't need anything; so one year for Father's Day I gave him a "Letter of the Month" from me to him. He hated talking on the phone and this was a connection that allowed me to share what was going on. I think he really enjoyed that...</div>
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he saved every letter.</div>
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I expect my four siblings are missing him as much as I am right now.</div>
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The shear emotion has taken me by surprise today.</div>
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I can only imagine all the emotions Mom is having as she misses her husband of nearly 61 years and the father of her five children on Father's Day. </div>
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Dad served in the Air Force and was stationed in Nebraska soon after he and Mom married in 1958.</div>
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I loved to hear him tell stories about his service time...about his last flight shortly before his separation from the Air Force and how he feared it might be his last anything.</div>
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I love to see old home movies with him and mom and my two older brothers from that time period.</div>
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They made lifetime friends there. They made a home away from home there.</div>
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They navigated the ups and downs of life together and<br />
set a beautiful example of two imperfect people making a wonderful life together.<br />
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Dad loved Mom and family. He especially loved babies and Pop and I were privileged to give him his first grand baby and to watch a whole new side of Dad. The silly side that could draw giggles from the bellies of our babies. Because Pop and I started young, we also were blessed to see our first baby deliver Dad’s and Mom’s first great-grand baby. Watching my parents with our babies and their babies has been an amazing blessing...to see their excitement with each pregnancy announcement and each birth has filled me with joy unspeakable.</div>
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Dad lived a good 83 years and his family is blessed. Blessed to have many years of memories. Blessed with the knowledge that Dad loved us all. Blessed to have been raised by him. Blessed to have camped, flown kites, and fished with him. Blessed by his smile, laugh and sense of humor.</div>
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I know that he is flashing his smile now. I don't know if he has that gap in his front teeth or not; but I know heaven will be perfect and we will be given perfect bodies. </div>
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I always thought his smile was perfect so I picture him with the smile I knew most of my life.</div>
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We celebrated Dad's and Mom's 60th wedding anniversary in 2018 with a big family reunion and are so glad we did. It was a privilege to celebrate them and an honor to gather together.</div>
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My family is only a part of the story of my Dad...collectively, my siblings and siblings-in-love, along with Mom have been grateful to share in his life. We have watched him dance with our new brides, snuggle our new born babies, and teach us now to do life by living it.</div>
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Dad, I'm missing you terribly. I suspect I always will.</div>
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Happy Heavenly Father's Day.</div>
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I love you forever.</div>
<br />Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-59045610059656451902018-12-21T19:31:00.003-08:002018-12-21T19:34:21.469-08:00Merry Christmas 2018<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are still here and my how we've grown!!</div>
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past year has been a whirlwind of mostly wonderful events…at the top of the
list is the birth of the newest member of the Four Sisters Farm family who arrived mid-July after holding her
parents hostage by waiting long after her due date of July1st! Of course, she
was well worth the wait!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are all
looking forward to celebrating Christmas 2018 with a baby in the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Pop and Grammy are adjusting more and more to
retirement and to racing from one event to the next to try and fit in all the
activities of our “awesome eighteen” grandchildren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids are involved in all sorts of things,
so we have attended school plays, presentations, vocal concerts, piano
recitals, football, baseball and basketball games! We have also had kids out to
the farm to make memories while their parents went on trips, dates, and
appointments. This season is busy, but we know firsthand how quickly these
years pass and we don’t want to miss out. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">Our youngest is five months old and our oldest granddaughter is a high school senior!</span></div>
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<br />Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-42961231364244399992017-02-06T12:48:00.003-08:002017-02-06T12:48:35.437-08:00Me and My Shadow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Just the other day, our Superhero grandkids were visiting at the farm while their folks went on a date and tender-hearted Supergirl had several of the Four Sisters Farm stuffed animals out to play and noticed Albert had a rip under one arm. She came asking for help and of course I was happy to oblige. After all, we can't have animal stuffing falling out around here!</div>
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We checked Albert into our makeshift teddy bear hospital (my sewing space) and got to work stitching up the hole under his arm. Supergirl and I were joined by two of her superhero brothers who were interested in Albert's well being. One commented that Albert needed his nose fixed and the other that he needed a smile where his tongue had been.</div>
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We fixed him up and now I regret that we didn't get a picture when he checked in...but we did take a picture after his makeover with the superheroes for the world to see and sent pics immediately to the Four Sisters to let them know that Albert had undergone plastic surgery and they all replied...but Pretty Princess really cracked me up with her response. She said, "Ha ha! Roarnoplasty seems to be the latest in bear plastic surgeries these days!" All the Four Sisters make me laugh but they know one of my favorite things is a good pun. Nicely done, Pretty Princess! </div>
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Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-11304239674180875442017-02-05T19:13:00.000-08:002017-02-06T12:27:38.629-08:00A Big Lesson from Four Small QuiltsI'm not a quilter. Really...I am not. I have seen some incredible quilts made by amazing quilters. I can sew...but sewing is only part of quilting. I have made<a href="http://foursistersfarm.blogspot.com/2015/01/one-year-photo-quilts.html" target="_blank"> sixteen photo quilts</a> for sixteen of our grandbabies when they turned one year old. Though they hold high sentimental value and are treasured by our sweet grandblessings, they are not works of art. (Note: The Growing Table's sweet Mei Mei has one coming for her birthday later this year!)<br />
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My mom had asked for some help to take four quilt tops she had been given and put them together with batting and backing...and bind them...and tie them...then deliver them to a nearby children's home. The story is that my dad's recently passed away cousin, along with her husband, used to make quilts and donate them to this particular home. Mom and Dad thought it would be nice if we finished up these quilts and donated them in her memory. I told her yes (because I pretty much still do what she tells/asks of me) and I brought everything home...where it sat for a good long while.<br />
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I finished the first three in a short time...oh, but the fourth...it appears to have been hand stitched by an older woman with poor eyesight out of old fabrics that don't really go together. As I pondered what to do, I told my Mom about it. I feared that if I put it together as I had the other three, it would fall apart in the wash...literally. I knew it would require hand quilting in order to be used, washed, and loved. Mom released me from it, saying she was sure I had more important things to spend my time one. But I couldn't let it go...I was compelled to finish it.<br />
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Now I see these quilts in a completely different light. I see beauty, comfort, and warmth. I see the hard work of other seamstress' hands used for a purpose they could not foresee and that I was called upon to complete. I see fabrics that may remind a child of a dress their mother, grandmother, or sister used to wear or that feels like their father's shirt. I pray that God will take them and use them to speak love to four children in a way that only He can. I pray that He will wrap His arms around them as they wrap in these quilts and that they will feel His total and unconditional love in pieces of fabric stitched together to make unique quilts...much like God pieces together the events of our lives to make something beautiful in His time.</div>
Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-80338531893921376192016-05-02T12:29:00.001-07:002016-05-02T12:29:37.914-07:00Driver EducationPop and I recently had the two youngest of <a href="http://thegrowingtable.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Growing Table</a> family for several days when their parents made a trip out of town with their two middles (the big boys were with EJ's folks) and one of the highlights for them was driving our two little battery-powered jeeps...BUT...I have to tell you that keeping these fellas headed in the right direction is an activity requiring hands-on adult supervision!<br />
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Then there are the bigger fellas riding the dirt bikes (also battery powered) and keeping them on a larger and more free path while steering them away from dangers like barbed wire fencing requires nerves of steel (which Pop has but I somewhat lack).<br />
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Then there is our oldest grandchild, Lou Lou who is driving with supervision now. She only scares me when she is fiddling with the radio. Ha! She really is developing into a fantastic driver; but still, supervision and instruction is intense in the beginning!<br />
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Sometimes the task of guiding children can be overwhelming and feel like disaster is looming large. The task of guiding children...whether driving or in general is a hard job. Kudos to all the parents out there (my daughters and sons-in-love included) who stay vigilant and lovingly guide their children. May God multiply your efforts and bless you richly!Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-36833259591083341382016-02-03T14:51:00.000-08:002016-02-03T15:06:22.330-08:00Turns Out You CAN Go Home AgainSome would say that you can't go home again...and I understand their meaning...nothing stays the same and though familiar, "home" is different.<br />
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Early in 2015, Farm Chick phoned Pop and asked him if she and seven of her "closest friends" could move back to Four Sisters Farm for a while. With Pop and I it was a no-brainer. We had lived with <a href="http://thegrowingtable.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Growing Table</a> family before out at Four Sisters Farm and we knew we could do it again.<br />
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The plan was for Farm Chick and EJ to list their "city" home and build their barnhouse on EJ's family land while living at Four Sisters Farm. They estimated it would be from the end of April to mid July but we weren't holding them to it...construction projects never go quite as intended, right?<br />
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Farm Chick stayed REALLY busy with running her household with much less help from EJ and making decisions about the house. <br />
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God truly blessed our time together and blessed EJ and Farm Chick as they built their barnhouse. There is really no explanation for the build going as well as it did except for being in God's favor...and Dennis the handyman which would be a whole other story which would like likely be called, "Two Story Stories"!<br />
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Head on over to <a href="http://thegrowingtable.blogspot.com/search?q=barnhouse" target="_blank">The Growing Table</a> if you want to know more about their fabulous new living space.<br />
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Now...to the other Four Sisters...who wants to see if they can go home again? Pop and I love you all!Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-47296581775188089752015-12-28T18:49:00.000-08:002015-12-28T18:49:24.689-08:00Merry Christmas 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">2015 is now drawing to a close for us all…regardless of
the kind of year; good, bad, or ugly…we will be closing the chapter.</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">Our prayer for you and for all of us is that we
will choose to remember the good, learn from the bad, and accept that our
loving heavenly Father has a purpose in it all and promises to use it for our
good.</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></div>
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are anticipating the arrival of our “China Baby” by way of the pending adoption
to The Growing Table family. Little ones are
loved and cherished and we will all be sad when the little ones are big; but
each age and stage is precious and brings blessings and joy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in particular were celebrated together as Grammy's Dad turned 80 and her Mom turned 75.</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">We enjoyed a family reunion around the
celebration and were only missing a few.</span></div>
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we also saw our oldest granddaughter, Lou Lou, promoted from 8</span><sup style="font-family: 'Alex Brush';">th</sup><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">
grade.</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">She is a freshman now
and it boggles our minds to think we actually have a high school
grandchild!</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">Our youngest grand just turned
one and with 26 of us in our immediate family, we are a crowd!</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Alex Brush"; font-size: 14.0pt;"> In early October we flew to Charleston, South Carolina to
attend a wedding near there. If you caught the national
news you saw that areas of South Carolina experienced what is referred to as
the “Thousand Year Flood” and we felt fortunate to drive out of the state
before the water got too high in the red Ford F150 we purchased while there that is now dubbed “The Ark” because it saved us from that flood and got us
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annual fall party at the farm.</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">Pop and
I have tried in recent years to surprise the grandkids with our costumes and
this year we were Gru and Lucy Wilde from Despicable Me 2.</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">The littlest ones were not sure what to think
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golfed, and fished…and Grammy has attended a women’s retreat, bible study, a Beth
Moore event and spent a little time with her folks…but not as much as either of
us would like since we’ve traveled so much!</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">
</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">I guess we have some things to look forward to when Pop retires
someday.</span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Alex Brush'; font-size: 14pt;">We hope to sleep a little more,
see our grandkids and kids a lot more, have more time for things at the farm
(including friends coming to visit), and to just laugh and enjoy life with more
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I was on an outing with this five year old cutie pie we call Super Girl on our blog. She came with me on a fabric shopping excursion today. <br />
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I hadn't really planned on shopping for fabric...I thought I had all I needed in order to make a <a href="http://foursistersfarm.blogspot.com/2015/01/one-year-photo-quilts.html" target="_blank">one-year photo quilt</a> for Mini Maiden but when I began laying things out I decided I needed more pink...a girl can never have too much pink! So I texted Rock Star to see if Super Girl might be available and she was! <br />
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I picked her up and we headed out. It wasn't until we were actually on way that I decided where to go. Super Girl hadn't had lunch yet and I thought that would be our first stop but she said she wasn't hungry yet and wanted to wait to eat. I'm flexible so I steered the van toward Hobby Lobby because I love that store!<br />
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We found some perfect fabric choices right away and were just looking at lots of things because there are lots of things to look at there! I thought several times I should tell Super Girl we needed to go but we were having such a good time and I don't get her to myself very often so we took our time. <br />
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As we were headed toward the front, I saw a familiar face...<br />
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This beautiful woman is a friend from years ago. She mentored me when I was younger and still had four daughters in my nest. We lived in the same town and attended the same church. She loved me unconditionally and radiated the love of God. I basked in her presence then and she has continued to love me (and I her) from a distance since we no longer live in the same town. Some day I will see this face in heaven and get to spend more time with her.</div>
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She noted today that God brings special people into our lives. I know what she means. From a human perspective there is no rhyme or reason for the great love we share; yet God knit our hearts together years ago in a way that I am convinced will endure forever.</div>
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As we visited, my sweet little Super Girl was SO very patient! She browsed the displays on either side of us being careful to always keep in my sight and never once fussed about taking so long (and I know she was getting hungry). She even took this picture of us for me.</div>
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Some days, God smiles or winks at His children to show His great love; and today He brought me so much joy I could hardly contain it! It was a simple miracle just for me that we were in the same place at the same time...I know without a doubt that He orchestrates our lives. Thank You, Father! I love You too!</div>
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Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-34370760591515312042015-09-15T22:59:00.000-07:002015-09-16T05:51:33.017-07:00A Healing Walk to the PondI recently did something to my right shoulder that impinged it and can say with certainty that shoulder impingement is no joke...it sends shooting pains down to the elbow and then short-circuits back to the brain! After more than a week, I'm feeling much better...after two trips to the doctor, two trips to the chiropractor, a lot of ibuprofen, some Epsom salt soaks in the bath, and some tender, loving care from Pop. <br />
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As I type, there is still a twinge once in a while that reminds me I had better not sit too long in front of my computer screen. <br />
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Today, as summer is blowing its way to fall, I decided to take a walk to the pond. Something about spending time in nature is soothing to body, mind, and soul.<br />
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I headed down the path toward the pond and was immediately smitten by the bright blue sky and the clouds on the horizon and the colorful "flowers" along the way. <br />
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Beauty in every direction. Breathing in the sun-warmed air, I thanked God for His creation that brings us healing and hope in every season. I lingered by the pond listening to the wind in the trees and just being grateful to live at Four Sisters Farm.</div>
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As I made the trek back to the house I followed an alternate path and sensed God teaching me a nature lesson. Like in life, there is beauty to behold along the way. Sometimes you have to focus on it to fully appreciate it. Sometimes you have to block things out like old junk piles and yucky webs in trees with all manner of flying insects in them.</div>
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All along our path, there is good and bad. In this life, we will have trouble even when we don't look for it. But we don't have to wallow in it. We can always look up and find our Father who is always watching over us, Who never leaves us nor forsakes us. I've found thus far, if I just look up and say thank you, my perspective on this life is good. </div>
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Love and grace to you from Grammy.</div>
Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-86331688864710036632015-08-24T21:44:00.000-07:002015-08-24T21:47:58.126-07:00Unconventional Summer Fun 2015The Unconventionals live farther away from Four Sisters Farm than any of the other Four Sisters Farm families so we have to plot and plan to get one on one time with Lou Lou, Bub, Southern Gentleman (SG), and Ladybug. Doctor's Wife (DW) was so good to be flexible as we invited the Unconventional kids out all at once and then one at a time. We met up in various places to exchange kiddos and it did this momma's heart good to see and hug DW multiple times in one week. And now, at the risk of being "that" Grammy, I'd like to share pictures from a few memorable days.<br />
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Every Pop and Grammy should be so fortunate to have a granddaughter whose personality is larger than life. Ladybug finds excitement in everyday life and has a contagious laugh and expressions that draw us into the way she sees things.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Digging for leftover money from the Fourth of July and making <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ladybug made a special yogurt, strawberries, <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we upcycled plastic bottles into bracelets...</td></tr>
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Southern Gentleman is a walking commentary on life...there is never a dull moment when he is around. He has an incredible imagination and weaves scenarios all day long. He brought along a ziploc bag with everything he needed to make a delicious dessert for us...turtles! He went to work after dinner and visited with Pop and me while he made the treats. We played outside a lot and he collected an "evedince" bag full of feathers...now every time I see a feather at Four Sisters Farm I think of SG and his bag.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we played "Go Fish" after swimming and each won a game... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SG contemplated his moves in Chinese Checkers against Grammy... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and enjoyed building a Trio Block racing ramp and cars. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We packaged up farm "evedince" and sent them home with him.</td></tr>
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Bub is a tough but tender-hearted guy. Pop might say Bub is a "complicated man" like him. While Pop was at work, I enjoyed my time with Bub. We talked about important things like the upcoming school year and playing Cougar football. He is a joy to have around and when we played an improvised ring toss game in the the pool (credit to Ladybug for making up the game), I laughed harder than I've laughed in a long time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bub worked on his marksmanship...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">swam (of course)... </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgraP4Jvl2p0Yt79p1AgPgC7ZGvwAsUK7hZ5GwJ8bFlKRh6beXT8E_tXl8D6BZML5Ohc0P7x5olBmmcwIoooB6-w6unO9C2kK_n_AQ6rb_PASh00_4cBkTMIQhvozDaifXuFuWTwYZC4o/s1600/IMG_2539.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgraP4Jvl2p0Yt79p1AgPgC7ZGvwAsUK7hZ5GwJ8bFlKRh6beXT8E_tXl8D6BZML5Ohc0P7x5olBmmcwIoooB6-w6unO9C2kK_n_AQ6rb_PASh00_4cBkTMIQhvozDaifXuFuWTwYZC4o/s200/IMG_2539.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">modified SG's Trio Block racing ramp and cars... </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and I haven't put away the BB gun in the mud room yet...<br />
when I see it I think about how much fun we had.</td></tr>
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Then there is Lou Lou. Sigh. Our oldest grandchild. She is a beauty inside and out. She loves fashion, animals, and music. She is a delight to spend time with. Pop and I especially love that her guitar comes with her to the farm and our porch is transformed into a stage and filled with music. Pop and I both feel so blessed to spend time with her. She brings a presence when she comes that reminds Pop and me that she is a lovely young woman now and we can't believe it has happened so fast.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lou spend a tremendous amount of time trimming<br />
clumps of hair off Snowball who decided she really<br />
did appreciate it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She tried out a fat tire bike when we went for groceries...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3dmQZaRQ1fefRG38LC_mGbT5_pxwJ7LTckVt1_F1lpBjkYtppLQpV_WYAYjAwE7aDrNHVkNCKcC6miQaH8jTZvpPEuG_5-YmDAdswP6t4Oz6uX6wi1zMtFevAJwJcQ1Uz3svK9I6bPI/s1600/IMG_2565.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3dmQZaRQ1fefRG38LC_mGbT5_pxwJ7LTckVt1_F1lpBjkYtppLQpV_WYAYjAwE7aDrNHVkNCKcC6miQaH8jTZvpPEuG_5-YmDAdswP6t4Oz6uX6wi1zMtFevAJwJcQ1Uz3svK9I6bPI/s200/IMG_2565.JPG" width="133" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">took selfies so I wouldn't wreck the van trying to take a<br />
picture of her with the sunset out her window...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwruTP3HjcBdn3rm_1G56eiE-c-WWcS_ntECIwL5kgko5BNBi17FqtMqrRfOOfL54wghLu91T5DhF6Lw5807r77jpt6K8c7x9K5AWEzyIffkZwx9nLycdHSNDpUQfX4bH40qXDiW8IxiM/s1600/IMG_2577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwruTP3HjcBdn3rm_1G56eiE-c-WWcS_ntECIwL5kgko5BNBi17FqtMqrRfOOfL54wghLu91T5DhF6Lw5807r77jpt6K8c7x9K5AWEzyIffkZwx9nLycdHSNDpUQfX4bH40qXDiW8IxiM/s200/IMG_2577.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">made delicious blueberry mufffins... </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzvKcJvu8_O1juXp2hanrjcrrp1QvSh3GwUrPOw1eovu3v8f22aTb8qUIaKG1D6HNQT8IHgamzw5Tpu4S_zP4i0c560ltv9hXSiQPL_7xXMpUgwF2Py9CLLvMBAkFFuHSlQoxqlCrjpY/s1600/IMG_2581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVzvKcJvu8_O1juXp2hanrjcrrp1QvSh3GwUrPOw1eovu3v8f22aTb8qUIaKG1D6HNQT8IHgamzw5Tpu4S_zP4i0c560ltv9hXSiQPL_7xXMpUgwF2Py9CLLvMBAkFFuHSlQoxqlCrjpY/s200/IMG_2581.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and ate them with me... </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWVWTTMgSh4HslcOz-bZTnkk7_f6LpRwrnY1yAEf5knxYO_dm3rnwUnohqN6QOQ1tcT8mFLaTcW_QFFXvpzQtiilzRzm3_T4ijLsEtOnHsJPid1FYLlLdN4ceVZqlLyjdCtaXtGC8aIs/s1600/IMG_2582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWVWTTMgSh4HslcOz-bZTnkk7_f6LpRwrnY1yAEf5knxYO_dm3rnwUnohqN6QOQ1tcT8mFLaTcW_QFFXvpzQtiilzRzm3_T4ijLsEtOnHsJPid1FYLlLdN4ceVZqlLyjdCtaXtGC8aIs/s200/IMG_2582.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">then she got a facetime from her mom who gave her good<br />
news that her application was accepted and she will<br />
attend the high school she was hoping to attend. </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFndJIyXYdD0qKCfxnGGWIik3PJv4diSpOGG4QwHAkOZj90JT5Y3OEtiTO7_fBMQ33g5N9qb-DGDOq7ufKHvwqwjtrXz-TLVFKfufWqg33mbbW1IBfogG4YmR67fjKu-ewX8_5Y76H_lI/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFndJIyXYdD0qKCfxnGGWIik3PJv4diSpOGG4QwHAkOZj90JT5Y3OEtiTO7_fBMQ33g5N9qb-DGDOq7ufKHvwqwjtrXz-TLVFKfufWqg33mbbW1IBfogG4YmR67fjKu-ewX8_5Y76H_lI/s200/IMG_2583.JPG" width="150" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can see DW on Lou's phone. </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGWLdSYh-wVTcLzxaCkAr_bGQATXtbgYB5PxF8LU74VQ8z0LvJbeqdbRSCLmAoUkRSaNA2PGwZbugAdmmEpt3y1byUbe7VOpCVZnDqqRR-XnJZMhtrV2JzgUF6tsj9ECWkUyC0J_nSYA/s1600/IMG_2584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigGWLdSYh-wVTcLzxaCkAr_bGQATXtbgYB5PxF8LU74VQ8z0LvJbeqdbRSCLmAoUkRSaNA2PGwZbugAdmmEpt3y1byUbe7VOpCVZnDqqRR-XnJZMhtrV2JzgUF6tsj9ECWkUyC0J_nSYA/s200/IMG_2584.JPG" width="150" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to the mall and did some quick looking and a little buying... </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IxZtNWN1e6EmewnL5S5etPFfQhxnXEVA6yAPvO5oRfNUTb1qhVf3NIsvQgpChgBAuGfrBBUkloHBW0J5zWWMOm-7q3rqe1oqgxxmOL-lqdFNvrKYiUPtlxbr4BGTeA03yq6yjelTKbY/s1600/IMG_2586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IxZtNWN1e6EmewnL5S5etPFfQhxnXEVA6yAPvO5oRfNUTb1qhVf3NIsvQgpChgBAuGfrBBUkloHBW0J5zWWMOm-7q3rqe1oqgxxmOL-lqdFNvrKYiUPtlxbr4BGTeA03yq6yjelTKbY/s200/IMG_2586.JPG" width="150" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this shirt is on her "wanted" list...<br />
it really is "her". It says, "First of all, no. Second of all, no."<br />
I love her independent spirit and I love her.</td></tr>
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If you are still reading, thanks for humoring me as I've shared our Unconventional Summer Fun!Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-891124437307044382015-08-17T22:12:00.001-07:002015-08-17T22:12:18.443-07:00Reality TV Show for Four Sisters Farm???<br />
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Some time back, The Unconventional Doctor's wife followed up on a request from a television show producer who wondered if the Four Sisters would be interested in being interviewed for a possible reality television show. After some consideration, conversations, and with the full knowledge that reality television doesn't always appear to be reality, the Four Sisters Farm family agreed that it would be all right and the producer set up a time for an Internet interview. I got tickled at the sisters' texts as they connected about the contact and made their plans...</div>
<br />
I thought I'd share some excerpts. <br />
<br />
Rock Star: You guys see this? (She attached a screen shot and sent it to the four sisters and me.)<br />
<br />
<span id="goog_126420803"></span>In part, it said, "My name is "MC" (name changed to protect the innocent) and I am working with a development company called "Waa Media" (name of company also changed) in New York City. We are currently developing a TV reality-docu series where we are looking for bold families of four sisters or more to star in a show based around the close bond between sisters...this show has the potential to be picked up by networks such as TLC, A&E, etc. We recently discovered the Four Sisters Farm through your Facebook page and wanted to reach out to see if this is something you all may be interested in. If so, I would be happy to get you ladies in touch with my development producer for further information."<br />
<br />
Farm Chick: Crazy!<br />
<br />
Pretty Princess: Where is this? Your Facebook?<br />
<br />
Rock Star: Through Four Sisters Farm Facebook.<br />
<br />
DW: I answered the TV lady's message and told her we would be interested.<br />
<br />
Farm Chick: This makes FOUR times we have been contacted about the possibility of doing a reality show!<br />
<br />
DW: Everybody get to Facebook if you can and join in if you want. She said we all have our blogs that tie us together.<br />
<br />
Rock Star: Cool!<br />
<br />
DW sent a screen shot of the Messenger conversation she was having with the gal from the development company asking about the possibility of setting up a Skype interview who said, "Your blogs are so fun and that's something that ties you all together which is what we're looking for!<br />
<br />
Would you and your sisters be available to Skype today or tomorrow?"<br />
<br />
Rock Star: Oh my!<br />
<br />
Pretty Princess: Everyone is welcome to come to my place tomorrow afternoon if you like. Lots of toys and play equipment in the back yard.<br />
<br />
Farm Chick: Tomorrow afternoon could work for me...I will have all SIX with me.<br />
<br />
Then the texting really started getting fun...<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihw9eJjExhXEEztmp9sq-L-BwfgVrnDxkLl8BirKLwMNZsjhz6R8mwWTrwHDjsj8jrx2QeXJRl0OHCm4BDwzI79NJK11XQ0lU_peuxwmva1i-y2dlFxYgDKxoWi8X_LZ57A5WXZDjRqBE/s1600/Funny-Wooden-Spoon-Survivor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihw9eJjExhXEEztmp9sq-L-BwfgVrnDxkLl8BirKLwMNZsjhz6R8mwWTrwHDjsj8jrx2QeXJRl0OHCm4BDwzI79NJK11XQ0lU_peuxwmva1i-y2dlFxYgDKxoWi8X_LZ57A5WXZDjRqBE/s320/Funny-Wooden-Spoon-Survivor.jpg" width="320" /></a>Rock Star sent this picture saying, "I feel like I should wear this shirt tomorrow for our Skype interview. Hahahaha!"<br />
<br />
Pretty Princess: LOL! That's awesome! Speaking of shirts...do you guys want to pick a color pallet at all?<br />
<br />
Rock Star: We can! What are you thinking?<br />
<br />
Pretty Princess: No clue. We've mistakenly done blacks and greys a lot. I have some deep purple I like...red...I don't care!<br />
<br />
Farm Chick: What are we wearing?<br />
<br />
DW: I'm going to dress like an eccentric artist. (joking)<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuca2kRf_9p_dw324FjhSlSyOe96J6xIky7HGnNqXJcOm0jxwWUkZxN3aWXU1I_9a4vXJMbVm_7vK4E2BLUqKHdKWd_KQ8wgWPOnV82G3Iz4BWJizeyHutBDAQd9MvLc6_atAiLmboZc/s1600/image1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuca2kRf_9p_dw324FjhSlSyOe96J6xIky7HGnNqXJcOm0jxwWUkZxN3aWXU1I_9a4vXJMbVm_7vK4E2BLUqKHdKWd_KQ8wgWPOnV82G3Iz4BWJizeyHutBDAQd9MvLc6_atAiLmboZc/s320/image1.JPG" width="180" /></a><br />
Farm Chick: Why not? I'll wear this...<br />
<br />
DW: Excellent. I'' be weird. You be glamorous. Rock Star and Princess???? Sporty and hipster? (Gorgeous dress by the way.) <br />
<br />
By this time, I could hardly take it. I texted, "What? No yoga pants???? How will I recognize you girls?"<br />
<br />
DW: I had that thought! Haha!<br />
<br />
Pretty Princess: They probably won't see the bottoms. Yoga pants! Haha!<br />
<br />
Then the conversation veered totally off the path...<br />
<br />
DW: Everyone go to Instagram and see this... <a href="https://instagram.com/wally_and_molly/" target="_blank">https://instagram.com/wally_and_molly/</a> You are welcome.<br />
<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Tw7gfPloGOUiIrQQMEi4tyXhTHxx5y50jIlghMoHNl2ilBuaEy2hFmLF1xa1lctFSZX2P-E5m43xj8IRPyhGMwkYZc23kgXD9FXcA2QSj8U30pFTAhOq9irG2UKCS1HgKtx5zvJf85U/s1600/PMT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Tw7gfPloGOUiIrQQMEi4tyXhTHxx5y50jIlghMoHNl2ilBuaEy2hFmLF1xa1lctFSZX2P-E5m43xj8IRPyhGMwkYZc23kgXD9FXcA2QSj8U30pFTAhOq9irG2UKCS1HgKtx5zvJf85U/s200/PMT.jpg" width="200" /></a>Rock Star: Hahaha!!! What in the world?!?<br />
<br />
DW: Bahahahahaha<br />
<br />
Pretty Princess: LOL yesssss. I see your Wally and raise you princess monster truck. <br />
<a href="https://instagram.com/princessmonstertruck/" target="_blank"> https://instagram.com/princessmonstertruck/</a><br />
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Rock Star: Pretty Princess for the win! Hahaha<br />
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DW: But Wally has my little pony bloodlines! <br />
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Rock Star: Ha!!!<br />
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Pretty Princess: HAHAHAHAHAHA!! You win! My little pony bloodlines wins!<br />
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Then they derail even further...<br />
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DW: If you need a pep talk today...Rock Star...right?!<br />
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Rock Star: Yes!!! Just do it!!! Hahahahaha!! Can I reenact that during the interview?<br />
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DW: Yes. It must be done. Just. Do. It.<br />
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Pretty Princess: Oh my gosh. That is so freaking funny.<br />
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DW: They want to Skype at 3:30.<br />
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Farm Chick Works for me and Pretty Princess.<br />
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Rock Star: Can do!<br />
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DW: What's on your bodies? I gots to get dressed!<br />
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Farm Chick: I'm wearing this...<br />
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But not now...now I look like this...<br />
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Rock Star: Haha! Wearing a black tank!<br />
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DW: On the way!<br />
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And so...the Skype interview happened with 12 of the 16 grandkiddos and me in the back yard...sort of...it was hot outside and some of us needed drinks...and some needed to potty...and the baby hollered a few times. It was fun and I have to tell you, I'd watch a show about the Four Sisters from Four Sisters Farm. How about you? <br />
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I figure it is just a matter of time.<br />
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I do love these sisters!<br />
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<br />Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-32781599897035639912015-06-21T08:15:00.000-07:002015-06-21T08:15:23.363-07:00Fathers' Day 2015I realize more and more as time goes on that I am blessed with an incredible Dad. I was thinking about him and had to get out of bed to write this blog post about him.<br />
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I think when you are a kid and your dad is busy making a living, your Mom is the one with you much of the time...meeting your needs, correcting you when you mess up, etc. But there is something amazing about your dad. He helps us connect the dots to our heavenly Father.<br />
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Dad grew wiser as I grew older and the stakes grew higher. <br />
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I was SO grateful he was there and awake the time Mom gave me permission late one night to spend the night at a girlfriend's house when she was actually asleep (I'm serious! She had her eyes open and told me to be home early to help with Saturday chores.). Dad witnessed it all and saved my skin the next morning when Mom thought I'd run off! <br />
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Then, when Pop and I were young and in love and wanted to get married, Dad wisely gave his blessing because he knew in his heart it was going to be okay. I know that had to be a frightening thing to give the hand of your sixteen year old girl away but he listened to his heart...and spoke love to me.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jcXfw_SCJiE__Mkjog7X-eFxSAtLkPvPO0qLnGJ1s1bGUy2TGnc1dUJjeFLzUxf6tiOGypZt-GPfHEGJtT9Hg0mijIE18iWu8Tfk0TyynooUJyKQbQFdk8KB7Kjt_G7BRYDwUV2mEQo/s1600/nb-GrandpaMcPhail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jcXfw_SCJiE__Mkjog7X-eFxSAtLkPvPO0qLnGJ1s1bGUy2TGnc1dUJjeFLzUxf6tiOGypZt-GPfHEGJtT9Hg0mijIE18iWu8Tfk0TyynooUJyKQbQFdk8KB7Kjt_G7BRYDwUV2mEQo/s200/nb-GrandpaMcPhail.jpg" width="186" /></a>As our girls were born, Dad would rock them and as they got a little bigger, he's carry them around and play with them and read them stories. He spoke love to me and to them.<br />
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He continues to speak love every time I'm around him.<br />
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Thank you, Dad. I love you too.<br />
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Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-73347281969110582542015-06-18T02:04:00.001-07:002015-06-18T02:06:58.372-07:00Sixteen Kiddos at the ZooJust recently, I met up with the Four Sisters at the zoo.<br />
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1 Grammy + 4 Sisters + 16 Kiddos = 21 Happy Faces!<br />
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Pop likes to sing silly songs to the kids so talk about the zoo trip brought this song out of Pop at the dinner table with the farm hands...just like the four sisters, the grandkids were certain Pop was just making it up but Farm Chick and I had Pop's back on this one.<br />
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The Animal Fair (these lyrics are considered alternate but are really close to the actual words - so that no monkeys are harmed during the singing of the song).<br />
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I went to the animal fair.<br />
All the birds and the beasts were there.<br />
The big baboon by the light of the moon<br />
was combing his auburn hair.<br />
You should have seen the monk.<br />
He sat on the elephant's trunk.<br />
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees,<br />
and what became of the monk<br />
the monk, the monk, the monk,<br />
the monk, the monk, the monk?<br />
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<a href="http://www.jango.com/music/Simon+Garfunkel?l=0" target="_blank">At the Zoo</a> by Simon & Garfunkel...Click on the link to listen to the song...it will make you smile. <a href="http://foursistersfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-zoo.html" target="_blank">This zoo song has been noted on our blog before by Farm Chick.</a><br />
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">I do believe it, I do believe it's true.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">It's a light and tumble journey</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">From the East side to the park.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Just a fine and fancy ramble to the zoo.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">But you can take the cross-town bus</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">If it's raining or it's cold.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">And the animals will love it if you do.</span><br />
<br style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;" />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Something tells me it's all happening at the zoo.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">I do believe it, I do believe it's true.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">The monkeys stand for honesty.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Giraffes are insincere.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">The elephants are kindly but they're dumb.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Orangutans are skeptical of changes in their cages</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Zebras are reactionaries,</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Antelopes are missionaries.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">Pigeons plot in secrecy</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">And hamsters turn on frequently.</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">What a gas you got to come and see</span><br />
<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: center;">At the zoo.</span>Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-4121001602993351812015-05-28T13:10:00.001-07:002015-05-28T13:13:49.783-07:00Trash to Temporary TreasureSeveral of my farmhands spotted a treasure in a corner of a field at Four Sisters Farm that had been used as a dumping ground years ago...long before the Four Sisters Farm family arrived here.<br />
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It was on the top of the pile...sitting on the rusted bed of an old pick up truck...past the poison ivy and the ancient Frigidaire. A rusted old Radio Flyer Red Wagon with parts badly bent. So badly bent, the wheels were completely out of alignment.<br />
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We hopped into Pop's pick up to go rescue it and only got a few feet down the lane through the field when Grammy got the pick up stuck in the mud.<br />
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The farmhands took turns helping me carry the wagon back to the farm where we looked it over. Handy Grammy has some skills from living out on the farm but deemed the wagon a task for Pop.<br />
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I tried hard to get the truck out of the mud, but was not successful. The fellows found the task boring but found a nearby dirt pile to pass the time. Farm Chick offered a hand and moral support but in the end, Pop and his tractor were the solution. Easy peasy for Pop.<br />
Several days later while I was gone, Pop and the farmhands went to work on straightening the wagon out....and several more days later, Lil Ruthie helped me sand, clean, prime, and paint the inside of the wagon so it could be ridden in without ruining kids' clothing.<br />
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She said he might yell or he might be mad or he might be so happy he'd cry. Farm Chick says some of the people in her life live in glass case of emotion and apparently Ruthie knows all the possibilities!</div>
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It seems like we always forget to take true "before" pictures. We tear into a project and then I remember that we should document it! So...enjoy these "during" and after pictures. We are fully enjoying our entrance into the Four Sisters Farm house now!</div>
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Special thanks goes to Pop, our handyman (Pop said I can keep him if I'll feed him), and our daughter, DW who did the cool lettering on the storage crates Pop and I built.</div>
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I'm sure you had no idea what a legacy you and Dad began when your children were born...and certainly no idea how many grandchildren and great grandchildren would follow; but years later we are all so very blessed to have you and Dad still loving us all. <br />
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I admire you greatly. I've always seen your beauty in form and in actions. I've been privileged to hear your heart in late night talks and chats on the phone now that I have an empty nest. You demonstrate love of your husband, your children, your family, and friends. You model a heart for God and work hard at what is important. </div>
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You have battled with issues from your raising, with your health, and I'm sure things I don't even know... and have overcome. You choose to look for good in others. You remain positive in your outlook on life and it is contagious.</div>
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You are human, you've made mistakes for which you have asked forgiveness and you walk in the freedom that comes with that forgiveness. You speaks truth and continue even now to grown in grace and beauty. You are blessed. </div>
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There is nothing more I could ask for in a mother and I recognize God's sovereign hand in allowing me to be your daughter. I'm grateful that we can rely on God Who never makes mistakes and trust Him that He gives just the right children to parents and just the right parents to children in order to accomplish amazing things that neither can see during those years of raising. </div>
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In raising our own children...the Four Sisters...I've looked to you many times and seen your nod and heard your words of approval. You gave me permission to mother differently than you did and verbalized your concern when you felt it would help. You gave Pop and me freedom to do things our own way even when it was unsettling for you. Just as I continue to come back to you and thank you for things I only now realize you (and Dad) did for us, you come to me and speak love over me when you tell me I've done well.</div>
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<b>Happy Mothers' Day, Mom from the part of your legacy called Four Sisters Farm. </b></div>
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<i>Her children arise and call her blessed.</i>.. Proverbs 31:28</div>
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To the Four Sisters of Four Sisters Farm: Since I became a mother, I've worked to continue the legacy my mother began. Now that you are all mothers, my dream of raising daughters who love their husbands, their children, their families, and others is realized. I'm grateful to God for the privilege of seeing the desires of my heart continue to play out in the hearts and lives of my daughters. I love you all very dearly.</div>
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I want you to know that serving you and your families is an honor and a privilege. When I can play with your children or snuggle a baby so you can rest (for a minute, an hour, an evening out, a whole night, a weekend, or even a week)...when I can prepare a meal to share or make you a cup of coffee...when I can fold a load of laundry or pick up the toys it is a living love note that words on a card couldn't adequately express.</div>
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As long as I am able, I will continue writing these "love notes" as best I can...motivated by God's love and powered by His never-ending grace and mercy. I had the thought today that I may very well be "paying it forward" if someday you are called to write similar love notes for me and Pop! </div>
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<b>Happy Mothers' Day to the Four Sisters! I LOVE being your Mom!</b></div>
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Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-26112930869436125022015-02-18T10:53:00.002-08:002015-02-18T10:53:53.368-08:00Another Little PrincessWell...the Four Sisters Farm Family welcomed another little princess into what Grammy calls "The Royal Family (comprised of Romeo, Pretty Princess, Bitty Princess and the newest princess who does not yet have a blog name). If you know us, you may have seen pictures on facebook already but we hadn't put out a blog post just yet. <br />
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She came in December on the birthday of her cousin Spiderman...he is very proud. If she had waited 13 minutes, she would have shared Supergirl's birthday. We now have a December birthday club of five family members now! </div>
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Romeo and Pretty Princess decided to do a home birth this time with the assistance of a midwife and it was a wonderful experience. It was a calm, peaceful way to welcome a new baby. As it turned out, the sisters were all present for the birth...when they heard Pretty Princess was in labor they began to arrive. </div>
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Pop waited downstairs and Grammy stayed upstairs to help. The sisters were up and down the stairs fetching things and relaying progress to Pop. In my estimation, Pop had the hardest job waiting. Bitty Princess was asleep in her room through the whole thing and was very excited to meet her baby sister the next morning.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time in Daddy's arms.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a few days old...Daddy took this picture.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bitty Princess is a very proud big sister!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty Princess and The Unconventional Doctor's Wife (DW) with the new arrival.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Aunties telling the newest royal family member how much she is loved.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">It will never get old seeing Pop with our grandbabies. </span><br />
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To our dear friends, 2014 has been an incredibly busy year! Like me, I know some of you have felt time speeding by faster and faster, and are making choices to do the best things and let other things go.<br />
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I look back at years gone by...busy with raising a family, working full time, heavily involved in church ministry and activities and have no "earthly" idea how we got it all done. <br />
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I never would have thought that I could possibly be busier now than I was then, especially without a full-time job! I know that we have four grown daughters, four sons-in-love, and 16 grandchildren who all live within an hour from us and with whom we are actively involved...I know that since I don't work outside our home, I can say "Yes" to requests to help out with things within our family circle. It just seems that the days tick by faster for me than they ever have and I am called more and more to focus on the important instead of the urgent. <br />
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Having said all that, Christmas came and went without Christmas cards/letters being mailed out. Our love for family and friends is as deep and intense as ever and I just felt it needed to be said...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from all the Four Sisters Farm family. <br />
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We actually had two celebrations at the farm as one of our Unconventionals became ill and they missed the big gathering so we made it up later! Enjoy the pictures from our celebrations! We love you!<br />
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<br />Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-51452603093993820902015-01-20T22:15:00.000-08:002015-01-20T22:18:29.649-08:00Love and Longing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #686868; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">As I drove into town a few days ago, my mind raced. I had errands to run, daughters to visit, and grandchildren to play with. Then s</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #686868; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">uddenly, my thoughts pulled off the busy highway of my mind and I was overcome with the longing I often feel to be in the presence of those I love. I thought about how I long to be in the presence of my mom and dad...I long to be present with our daughters...I long to spend time with my sister and brothers...relatives and friends...I long to share life with them...not for a big event or anything special...just an ordinary day...just a cup of coffee or tea...just a sandwich or a snack and some conversation. But we all have lives to live, work to be done, responsibilities to fulfill.<br /><br />Sometimes the intensity of that longing brings tears...sometimes sweet memories and smiles...sometimes I make myself a promise to make a phone call so I can hear the voice of one I love. <br /><br />I wondered if God longs for us that way...and I believe He must. "And I will be your Father, and you will be My sons and daughters", says the Lord Almighty (2 Corinthians 6:1). God is the author of family. Isaiah 66:13 says, "As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you..." And Isaiah 49:15-16 says, "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands..."<br /><br />It is easy to see that, since we are created in God's image, we bear resemblance to our heavenly Father. We have multiple roles...we are children, siblings, parents, grandparents...and His love runs in and through each of those roles...teaching us, loving and helping others through our gifts of time and service...always drawing us to Himself regardless of which role we currently play. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #686868; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br /><br />I am learning to be free in love. Free to love and be loved. Free to allow God to orchestrate and direct my days and free to trust Him to lead. <br /><br />This kind of freedom makes me want to run to God just to glimpse His face. To see Him look at me the way my parents looked at me when I was a child...to see unconditional love...and to feel that love completely. Then, in turn, I want my others to see that same love reflected on my countenance when they see me. <br /><br />I'm grateful it is a process...and I'm grateful God is in control of it! 1 John 4:12 says, "No one has ever seen God; if we love one another, God abides in us and His love is perfected in us."</span><br />
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Bubba came a little more than a year after Bub, then Superman followed seven months later, SG arrived three short months after him. Four months after SG, Wubba was born, followed by Spiderman eight months after that. Then we slowed down...over the following three years, we welcomed Ladybug, GB, and Q. Then we had a dry spell followed by a deluge...of Bitty Princess, another Super Hero, and Lil Ruthie all born within three months! Yikes! Five months after that deluge, we welcomed Baby D and Baby E who were born five months apart...and lastly (at this point), we added another princess to the Royal Family. <br />
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The photos on the quilts fade as they are repeatedly washed...but they are still loved. Some of the kids call them their "Love Quilt", others call them "Grammy Quilts/Blankets". I'm so glad they are used and that these precious ones will have memories of the warmth and comfort they feel wrapped up in them. <br />
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I am not a true quilter in the sense of perfect piecing and quilting (either by hand or machine) and I am still learning. It seems that each first year quilt takes on a life of its own...the mommies pick out fabric colors, patterns and photos and I go to work. The final product is as unique as the one year old receiving it. I began by printing the photo blocks on special paper that is then ironed onto fabric and as technology has improved, I printed directly onto the fabric. The photos for the latest quilts have been printed onto fleece by <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/" target="_blank">Shutterfly </a>and I cut the blocks out and sew them into the quilts...so far, the photos have been best preserved by this latest option.<br />
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What an honor to remember our sweet kiddos and their first year with the Four Sisters Farm Family!<br />
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<br />Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-45993089079926434042014-12-04T09:25:00.000-08:002014-12-04T09:25:05.962-08:00A Lesson Learned from a Little One<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Pop and I love our grandchildren beyond any love we could have ever imagined and have learned </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">a little bit about the nature of God </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">through our children and grandchildren. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">You see, there is something special about our little Super Girl...something very quiet, very sweet, something that draws you into her world. She shares herself in a way that children seem better at than adults. She is open and transparent. She is kind and gentle. She gravitates towards the babies and sweetly talks to and touches them. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">She also has a heart for her Pop that is just precious. When we are all gathered and there is total chaos all around, she makes her way to her Pop and climbs up in his lap to visit with him. Nothing big. No production. No wanting her own way. She just wants to be close to him.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">So in the crazy time before we sat down to eat, Pop asked the grandchildren to share their favorite thing about Thanksgiving. He started with the oldest and worked his way down the line. We heard sweet things like "coming to the farm" and fun things like "I'm thankful for the pilgrims who settled in America." When Supergirl's turn came, the bigger kids were ready to move on to eating and were not so quietly listening...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">While Pop and I tried to hear her (be still my heart), she stepped over close to him with her eyes locked on mine (sniff), she leaned in and wrapped both arms around Pop's leg as he leaned against the kitchen counter, gently laid her head on his thigh and said what she wanted to say...confident that she was being heard by both her Pop and Grammy (tears falling and lump in my throat). That sweet image is seared on my brain and heart forever.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 24px;">As Pop and I talked that night, I related that I saw in that moment a full-color illustration of what our relationship can be like with our heavenly Father. When there is chaos all around us, all we have to do is lean into the Father. We don't have to worry. We don't have to compete. We simply draw near, knowing full well that we are welcome and loved and heard.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Hebrews 4:16 (Young's Literal Translation) puts it this way <i>"...we may come near, then, with freedom, to the throne of the grace, that we may receive kindness, and find grace -- for seasonable help."</i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">One of my favorite authors of late, Ann Voskamp who ties being thankful with being in God's presence put it this way in her book One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are, <i>"The practice of giving thanks...eucharisteo...this is the way we practice the presence of God, stay present to His presence, and it is always a practice of the eyes. We don't have to change what we see. Only the <b>way </b>we see."</i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">I want to be with God the way Supergirl is with Pop. I'll keep watching and learning from the children. They have much to teach me. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><br /></span>Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-12247988574244863742014-10-19T21:03:00.000-07:002014-10-19T21:03:20.089-07:00A Family Wedding and our Two Stepping GrandsonMuch of the Four Sisters Farm Family recently attended the wedding of my nephew...the youngest son of my brother just older than me. PhoJo stayed home with the superheroes who weren't feeling so super that day and we missed them partying with us. We celebrated the long awaited union in fine fashion. We all cleaned up, dressed up, and attended the beautiful ceremony followed by a delicious dinner, reception, and dance.<br />
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Near the end of the evening, our oldest grandson approached me as I snuggled the current youngest baby of our growing clan...</div>
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Bub: Grammy, are you tired of holding babies?</div>
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Me: I never get tired of holding babies but I can share! (I handed off the baby to some of the many arms always ready to hold a little one. I'd already been alerted by my niece that I'd soon be asked to dance.)</div>
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Bub: Would you want to dance?</div>
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Me: I'd love to!</div>
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So we went out on the dance floor and went right to two-stepping. My niece had just taught him how!!</div>
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Me: Wow! How did you learn this so quickly?</div>
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Bub: Well, dancing is like my hobby. I like to dance.</div>
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Me: Well, you are good at it!</div>
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Bub: Thanks!</div>
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We continued to dance and talk.</div>
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Bub: Grammy, you smell like the farm.</div>
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Me: Oh, really? Your brother (Southern Gentleman) told me that once but then he said, "Nevermind. It's your perfume." What does the farm smell like?</div>
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Bub: Hmmm. Sort of smells like the cats. I like the way the cats smell.</div>
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Me: Oh.</div>
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Now I'm thinking...gee...I thought I smelled pretty good! I bathed this morning, I put on my perfume, I dressed up in clean clothes. Our cats are outside cats and I don't even pet them every day! Oh well. I guess if I smell like something at the farm he likes, I'm okay with that. </div>
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So, he can dance. Now to work on the small talk. Love that boy!</div>
Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3118441378396281397.post-72642030594738003522014-06-23T13:26:00.000-07:002014-06-23T13:26:58.406-07:00Thankful for the RainPop and I were recently gone from the farm for longer than usual and while we were gone, God sent some much needed rain. We are grateful...but the rain made everything grow and we had too take on some serious mowing when we returned. <br />
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I just have to say that the weeds were so big, the bind weed was choking itself! That is all.Grammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00459474010877967993noreply@blogger.com0