Lantern....
This weekend my youngest son will marry. She is a gift, this answer to the Ephesians 3:20 prayer I have been sending up for my children these past two years. He will marry a beautiful girl whose light shines from her eyes when she tells stories about her second-grade students at the dinner table. When she expresses her concerns about their antics. When she voices she just wants them to be the best person they could be.
Four Generations: Inspired by an Affair to Remember
On December 8, 1941, my father was a young soldier for the Philippine Scouts. That afternoon his life was impacted by the events initiated early in the morning at Pearl Harbor, hundreds of miles and one day away. This act precipitated US involvement in World War II.
December 7. Pearl Harbor Day.
On this day, 77 years ago, the day that would live infamy, bombs stormed over Pearl Harbor. Several hours later, Japanese forces attacked the Philippine Islands. My Father was a Philippine Scout being trained under the command of the United States Army at Fort Stotsenberg the day that Japanese fighters appeared in the sky, firing over troops that had only a few hours earlier received word about the attack on Pearl Harbor.
Missing Autumn
I returned to the Northwest this season, observing fall for the first time in thirty years .I watched the trees behind my cottage transform from greens to yellow to gold. The morning sun hits the bank just so, highlighting shades of crimson and sienna and umber against the verdant backdrop along the ridge.
It's the inside that counts.....a visit to Magnolia House
It was dark when we arrived at the Magnolia House that evening, but lights from inside glowed radiating out welcoming us to the iconic front gates.
A tribute to my father......
I am grateful to share my father's and my family's story as a guest blogger on granndparentslink.com. I am even more grateful for the legacy my parents have left to our family and our children.
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Dreamer....one man's legacy...one family's purpose...
Today my father would have been 98 years old.At his bedside in 1998, twenty years ago, he quietly revealed to my older sister his story of approaching the Golden Gate Bridge on the deck of a ship, she barely old enough to stand at his side as they passed under the monument that signified his entry into America.“We will have a good life here,” he whispered into her ear.
