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In the middle of a move.

A thought popped in my mind, and I laughed with God. Write about how to organize a move. Not likely, but if I did, maybe I’d do better next time. This caused another bout of hysterical laughter. If there is another move it’s not likely I’ll be participating. 

If you had read my earlier posts, you might remember several years ago I sold everything stick of furniture I owned, and gave my children anything they wanted from what I accumulated over my lifetime. Looking at what I’m moving these last few weeks, I’ve been busy adding stuff to my household.

Furniture for my apartment is coming from my sister, my brother and sister-in-love. Thank you Abba for generous siblings for the loan of things to make my living comfortable. I have much to be thankful for.

Dad’s Homemade Eggnog

Tradition! Every Christmas season when all the family got together, Dad made eggnog, even the children had a cup.

How To Make Homemade Eggnog

This recipe makes 12 cups. It can be divided by 1/2 or multiplied to suit the number you wish to serve.

Ingredients
12 large eggs
2 cup sugar
3 to 4 cups whole milk
1 to 2 cups bourbon
nutmeg, to serve

Instructions

  1. Separate the eggs: Separate the eggs, placing the yolks in punch bowl and the whites in another.
  2. Whisk the yolks with the sugar: Daddy used a hand held mixer – Combine the yolks and the sugar in  punch bowl
  3. Mix in the milk and liquor  Pour the milk and liquor into the bowl with the egg until frothy.
  1. Beat the egg whites:  mixer at high speed until the whites form stiff peaks.
  2. Fold the egg whites into the eggnog: Transfer the beaten egg whites to the bowl with the eggnog and gently fold or stir the whites into the base — this gives the eggnog a frothy, extra-creamy texture. Some of the egg whites will also float to the top, like cappuccino foam.
  3. Serve the eggnog: provide nutmeg to be added by the individual to their cup.
This recipe is copied and additions made as I recall from watching my father.

Eggnog was being served in England to the aristocracy. The drink made its way across the Atlantic to the American colonies during the 18th century.

The farmer’s habit was to make the concoction while the eggs and milk were plentiful and age it until the winter set in when those ingredients were scarce. They always used some form of alcohol as a preservative and sterilizer. Eggnog can be kept 6 months to a year.

 

Day One of Black and White

 

 

 

Maria  has invited me to participate in this Five Day Black and White Photography Challenge.  Imagine a land of exotic creatures and wide beautiful beaches surrounded by three oceans, and that is the home of Maria Brinkley, the Sunshine Coast in South East Queensland, Australia. Maria is a multi-media talented artist who blogs about her painting, sketching, photography, poetry and prose. We met about a year ago in Blogging University #101. Our friendship was instant. We have a partnership in a travel blog that we started together. Please visit her at either site, you won’t be disappointed!

Thank you for inviting me Maria.  I accept the challenge.

There are only two rules for the black and white photography challenge:

1. On 5 consecutive days, create a post using either a past or recent photo in black and white.
2. Each day invite another blogging friend to join in the fun.

My nominee for my first day is Melissa aranislandgirl. We are new friends brought together by providence. I loved her story and thus the girl who moved to Ireland. She and her husband own a farm and are working together to build a family business. Her writing is sure to entertain and delight the reader. Melissa, I hope you’ll accept; you’re choice.

breakDay One

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Family through time

Leave footprints on heart and mind

Celebrate your kin

If you’ve visited here you might have seen this photo. As you can see I didn’t take this picture, a waitress did. This  is my son and his daughters. He came from California to Tennessee to celebrate Christmas with us. I have another son and a daughter-in-law in California who couldn’t be with us this year. It’s bitter-sweet, one here, two far away. That is the way of this time in history. Our children either stay with us (no work) or move far away (for work.) I’ve learned to be content with visits to California and their visits here. I’ll return this summer for two or three months.

 

3/4 of a Century

cakeLast night Mark, my son, asked me if I didn’t think I’d like to be 100, if only to say that I look old. Truthfully I have no expectations or goals; neither do I have any fears.

 “Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” Matthew 6:34 MSG

The day began like any other day until I pressed the switch on the computer. Then the shower began. First Gogglebirthday12-thp opened up with an array of cakes to spell their appellation, and as I passed the mouse over it, a personal greeting. I felt so special. Then my phone began chirping it’s signal for texts and posts. I’m blessed by family and friends who remember and celebrate with me.

It’s going to be a great day.

Reading and Responding

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I read some posts and I think it doesn’t stir up any, 0, goose egg, zip feelings or thoughts. I rate it a like. Would it be better to pass it over?

I begin to read some posts and I think, too long. I can’t whip myself into reading it. It’s over by 300 words, and what’s the point? No comments, no like.

I read some posts and they hit the groove in my soul and I can think of a whole paragraph of praise for their skill as a blogger.

I read some posts and the sea of emotional, soul response is so great, words fail me. Still I look for ways to express my gratitude.

I read some posts and the information is relevant, current, worthy and needs to be told again and again. I comment and reblog on http://meredithlbl.com or on http://coveyview.wordpress.com.

I wonder if this is how other’s respond to the posts of our Word Press family?

My thought is we all have triggers for what we enjoy, things that make us say WOW. If I don’t get those from many folks, I’m not going to stop posting. It is my art form, the method of satisfying that call to write, communicate, teach, inform and amuse. I might not hit the mark every time, but when I do it’s so satisfying!

Another point to consider: many of our community work, have families and responsibilities. There isn’t enough hours in the day to write and read everyone we follow. I have a method. I manage the blogs I follow on the Reader page, Blogs I Follow  Edit.  I can choose to get an email when someone posts 1. immediately, 2. daily, or 3. weekly. If time permits I read new bloggers on the Reader page.

I was negligent about using social media sites to boost support for my friends. I love to tweet, retweet and comment, so easy; and don’t forget to pass on the good word that this is something the reader won’t want to miss.

I’m going to write as much as I can for as long as I can, and learn as I go along how to make improvements to make my work appealing to my Word Press community. I’ll be visiting your posts to see what you’re up to as well.

Hard Times

I hear people say, “If I win the lottery – if I win the sweepstakes – if my horse comes in.” I admit I’ve thought the same thing. If I find my circumstances less than favorable because of errors in judgment, or unwise choices, I want to be rescued by ‘lady luck.’ I think it’s a fool who waits for luck to fix a problem.

Will I stop entering the HGTV sweepstakes? Probably not. Neither will I wait around to win to find solutions for difficulties. I’ve found if I make the hard choices of giving up what others take for granted, I’ll slowly work my way through economic hard times. I’ve found if one continues to do the same things the same way, everything stays the same. In other words, if your income is not enough to meet your bills, you’d better find ways to cut your expenses.

Once again I find the code for honorable people in the Bible. We’re admonished to not steal, pay our debts, learn to live within our means. I think this is the life God honors. God knows the intents and the purposes of our hearts. I can’t fool him.

Today our pastor told us when we get close to God, he gets close to us. I can’t influence God in my prayers if he hasn’t influenced me in my life. God has a soft spot for the prayers of righteous person. Focused prayer isn’t the “easy button” of Staples. It’s an effective way to communicate with the one I have a love relationship with. Righteousness is about the direction I’m taking in my life, not about where I am. I want to make progress, not be stagnant.

I want to thank my family who has been God’s hands on earth to help me through difficult times. Your support financially, as well as your moral and prayer support, has been a source of great comfort.

Silent Night, Holy Night

Martha and I sang this hymn on Christmas day for my dad. I sang soprano and Martha sang the alto. It is a fragrant memory; family, love, acceptance, recognition, happiness and deep down joy springing from the celebration of our Savior’s birth.

The meaning of the names of the son of God:

Lord – Possessing power, authority and control

Jesus – Savior

Christ – Anointed One

Father Joseph Mohr had planned for beautiful music for the organ that Christmas Eve service in 1818,  but to his dismay the organ was broken. He wanted the midnight service to be special for their new Church of St. Nicholas in Oberndorf. It came to him as a message from God to write a new song. He set to work and soon had the words for the hymn. Father Joseph took it to the church organist to ask for a tune.

The organist composed the music and enlisted a duet accompanied by guitar to be sung that night for the midnight Christmas service.

The organist told the story of the near disaster to the man who came to repair the organ. The repairman, Karl Mauracher, asked for the words and music to take with him. He in turn spread it throughout all of Austria. Eventually it was published in a German hymnal in 1838. When German  speaking people came to America they brought the hymn with them. In 1836 it was published in a book of Sunday school songs.