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.
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Mile Marker 436
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,Continue reading “Mile Marker 436”
Finding the Gold
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
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
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.
One Man’s Service
During his two years in the army, Dad served a tour of duty in Korea, and had to leave behind those most precious to him– his wife and his baby. My mom and sister lived with my grandmother in Fort Collins, Colorado, and my sister grew into a toddler without the benefit of developing a relationship with her daddy during those fifteen months he was away.
Telemarketing
“So you’ll send a gallon of spray concentrate and a 50-foot extension cord, and if I don’t want to keep the spray I can ship it back to you at your expense—is that correct?”
It’s Got to Be Here… Somewhere
Sometimes Grandma spoke of her loss of memory. “It’s so awful, never being able to find things,” she would say, looking out the window and letting the tears roll down her cheeks. “Debbie, it’s no fun to be old.”
Mary Susette
She stopped long enough to have her other breast removed in January of 1964. She felt her first mastectomy had given her ten good years, so she was hopeful this operation would allow her time to finish the several books she had planned.
Personal Reflections
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Pulpit of Bones 