Like Mother.... Like Daughter.

(1983/1984)


(2006)

It's hereditary.

Still in the 70's

Sometime between June of 1974 and December of 1978 the Messages of the Love of God came out with some changes. This style brings back so many memories for me as it was the 'original' Sunday school paper of my childhood. Again, you'll need to click on the images to read each page.

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Color! The most noticeable change is the banner background of clouds in a blue sky. Also, the memory verse moved to a fixed place on the front page. Previously it went wherever there was room for it.

Page 2 ........ and ........ Page 3

Page 4

May 1974

I was going through some boxes of miscellaneous stuff today, and ran across some old Sunday school papers. It was interesting to see how the papers changed in style and general look over the years. Here's a peek at one from the 70's. You'll probably have to click on the images to be able to read them though.

Page 1

Page 2....... and Page 3

Page 4

Next month She'll be 2½

Emma came into my room while I was getting dressed this morning.
"Wook! what I dound (found)!" she exclaimed with a big grin. She held up a little doll. "Nice!" I responded before proceeding with my dressing routine. Since I seemed to be busy, she sidled toward my night table where I keep a flashlight, chap stick and water bottle.

But I noticed. And when she started to help herself to my chap stick I immediately told her to put it back. Of course, she thought I was really too busy to deal with her, so she stared right back at me, took the chap stick lid off and began to apply it on her lips. I stopped what I was doing, walked the two steps to where she was, and took the chap stick away from her. "I said, 'Put it back', Emma." She dropped her chin in a scowl and didn't say anything as I put the chap stick back on my nightstand.

I went back to dressing and a few seconds later she said, "Mommy, pease you go away," while longingly looking at my night table. "No, Emma, I'm not going away, although you can go out of my room instead." "But I prithy sthick" she explained as she leaned back onto my bed and looked longingly again at the chap stick. "Then go lie down on your bed and get better." I suggested. Evidently that wasn't very appealing either, so she went out to see what else she could do.

Here are a few other pictures of this little character of mine:

Curls, anyone?


My outfit? Why, I think it's great!


Posing so pretty.

Sweetness

The kids and I happened to pass a stack of sugar canes at the grocery store the other day and because I was feeling adventurous and because the canes were only $1.50 each, we bought one to experiment with. I must say it was a success. PC must have really enjoyed it because if he wasn't in the picture, he was either hovering nearby or circling the dishwasher looking for handouts.

The cane was about 4 feet long and 1½ inches in diameter. Ours was a dark brown, smooth and had natural sections each about 3 inches long down it's length. (That would be Emma's hand in the bottom-left corner of this picture.)

First we cut off a few of the sections and tried peeling them. It was difficult even with a very sharp knife so we gave up on peeling whole sections and did the peeling after the next step.

Step 2. was cutting the sections into ½inch discs, and that made peeling the woody outer layer much easier.

Then we peeled the discs. Here PC is finishing off one disc, but there are two more still on the cutting board to show you the peeling process.

A closer look.

You can eat the discs or you can cut them up smaller like I did here. I figured it would make the eating process easier for my little people if we made little people bite-sized pieces.

Happiness is...

TIP: This is probably a good outside snack because you chew the sugar cane pieces, extracting all the sweetness and then you spit out the woody pulp.

Spitting out "sugar sticks". They caught on pretty quickly.

Loading up on SUGAR...

Dolly


PC


Emma

They ate the sugar cane cubes as fast as I could prepare them, so I stopped cutting it after about 5 or 6 sections. Thankfully it was a sunny day and I could send them out to burn off some of their extra energy!

THE END

Now I just have to decide when we cut up the other half of our sugar cane.

Déjà vu

'You'd think a flaming birthday cake was a once in a lifetime experience. But we're getting to be professionals when it comes to Sir's Black Forest birthday cakes. Forest Fires... maybe he should pick a different kind of cake next time.

I was laughing so hard pretty much all you can see is the flame in the picture above. The other shots were a little better, but I didn't take as many pictures this year as in the past. You can see that one if you (click here).

I guess when you have this many candles on your cake, anythings bound to happen. Even after being lightly toasted, this cake has to be the best of its kind. Grandma C. has definitely set a high bar for me to aim for! And maybe I'm just weird, but I'm still impressed with Grandpa C's work with the candles.

Hot! ;)

Who Am I?

So, I'm taking my shower - my long overdue shower that usually lasts about 17 minutes since I have 30+" of hair to wash and it never hurts to shave once in a while.

But the tenant downstairs is doing laundry and my shower keeps losing temperature and water pressure. This is fine as long as I continually adjust the taps to compensate.

About 3 minutes in, I'm greeted by a blast of cold air and the bathroom door slamming open to allow a plastic donkey to be thrust past the shower curtain. This was so I could assure my son that he was probably right when it came to deciding whether the animal was a horse or a donkey (it's tail was missing and the ears weren't very helpful - they could have belonged to either animal).

Around the 6th minute of my shower, the door again slams open and PC's feet thump across the floor followed by another toy animal, "LOOK! Momma! I found a CHEETAH!!" he exclaims from the other side of the shower curtain. "Yes, now go out and close the door. I'm TRYING to take a shower!"

At minute 10, I'd just finished thinking, 'Hm, maybe I'll get to finish my shower in peace. Wouldn't it be nice to have my OWN bathroom?' when the door opened and Emma's voice announced, "Mama? I pri-thy sthick." she accompanied this statement with a cough and closed the door as she left. 4 seconds later she stuck her head in again to give me the solution, "I need meh-ih-cine." "Emma, you're fine, now go out of the bathroom." She did for three more seconds before sticking her head in again to chirp, "Pease I hab can-ee?!" "No, you can NOT have any candy - remember? you're sick. Now go OUT of the bathroom."

Minute 14 - another blast of cold air, slamming bathroom door and visit by a plastic animal. "Mama, we have a HYENA!" I think it was really a wild dog, but I just told PC to go out and play with it and let me take my shower by myself.

At this point I started running out of hot water.

If I could just lock the bathroom door... except we only have one bathroom and I can't have the toilet inaccessible - you never know when somebody just CAN'T wait a few more minutes.

"LOOK, Mama! a monkey!!