Personal Reflections of

Deb Carpenter-Nolting

  • Personal Reflections

    October 27, 2019 by

    This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.

  • Panorama Point/High Point

    January 28, 2020 by

    I’ve decided it’s all about perspective.  Every place you stand, feet planted on solid ground, you can turn a degree or a day at a time and make the circle, noting the blessings. 

  • Mile Marker 436

    January 3, 2020 by

    Mile Marker 436 by Deb Carpenter-Nolting Digital Story of Mile Marker 436   We measure life’s journeys by mile markers:  new years, birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, and other significant events.  Sometimes these miles are marked by the journeys themselves:  traversing new trails, visiting vast expanses, following an inner compass which leads us outside our normal bounds,… Read more

  • Finding the Gold

    December 29, 2019 by

    What value can be found in this particular byway? My gold was wisdom gained from the
    journey, its weight determined by the memories made, the laughter mined, the flecks
    discovered in the panned river of tears.

  • Final Harvest

    November 26, 2019 by

    Dad had raised a number of crops during his lifetime but had never planted corn. That summer, he decided to put corn in some of the bottom ground near the creek. The rains came at just the right time, and the corn was beautiful.

  • Music: The Tie that Binds

    November 18, 2019 by

    Music has always been important to the family. Many of the aunts and uncles and cousins could play some type of instrument and everyone sang and enjoyed listening to music. Grandma relished all kinds of music. I remember dropping by for visits and watching her hustle over to the large console to turn down Tom Jones’ “She’s a Lady” or Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” (Grandma’s name was Caroline, so she especially liked this tune). I also remember lying on the living room floor, eye level with Grandma’s feet, watching her work the pedals and listening to the low tones that harmonized with the music from upper keyboards.

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