That is beautiful Carol. I appreciate you sharing your story, a story where God's presence is evident. It is like the SS class I am in currently with Michele De Bruin. We have been writing and sharing our spiritual autobiography. God Bless
Thank you for sharing this story of your son's birth and the memories surrounding that time! your grief was palpable! Also the story of the embroidery and the letter from your mom! The Lord bless you and keep you!
Love the memories! Who cares when or why Henry was made. What counts is that he evokes happy memories of your dad for you! I have similar memories of fishing with my dad. Northwest Iowa bullheads were a prize in his day, but I thought they stunk. I fished for northerns, but they were so bony they were hardly edible. And we had to eat what we caught.
When we ate fish we caught, mother often reminded us that we could choke on a bone. We needed to chew carefully. When I at fish, I was often afraid I would choke and die. I chewed VERY thoroughly! Thanks for responding.
I've been looking at a number of objects which I found in going through the few objects left behind when my mother died and wondering why she did not toss them out as she thoughtfully did to save me from having to do so. My mother was not a writer but she did value quality household items rather than getting rid of things to replace them with the latest fashion. However many of the things I wish she had saved she sold when I was very young and she needed to earn a little money for other needs during the depression and the others were sold at garage sales or given to others as she was downsizing. No stories like yours but I do need to write one about a large white teddy bear which my mother gave me decades later to prevent me from being mad at her because she had removed its original eyes and replaced them with buttons. I remember the incident well and wonder why she imagined I would try to pull out an eye. The replacement bear is still on the top shelf of a closet in his rocking chair.
That is beautiful Carol. I appreciate you sharing your story, a story where God's presence is evident. It is like the SS class I am in currently with Michele De Bruin. We have been writing and sharing our spiritual autobiography. God Bless
Frederick Buechner says that to see God we need to listen to our lives. I'm just beginning to understand what he means.
Thank you for sharing this story of your son's birth and the memories surrounding that time! your grief was palpable! Also the story of the embroidery and the letter from your mom! The Lord bless you and keep you!
Henry is s mystery. But he is so cute. I love his colors.
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I agree. He is both mysterious and cute. Thanks for responding!
Love the memories! Who cares when or why Henry was made. What counts is that he evokes happy memories of your dad for you! I have similar memories of fishing with my dad. Northwest Iowa bullheads were a prize in his day, but I thought they stunk. I fished for northerns, but they were so bony they were hardly edible. And we had to eat what we caught.
When we ate fish we caught, mother often reminded us that we could choke on a bone. We needed to chew carefully. When I at fish, I was often afraid I would choke and die. I chewed VERY thoroughly! Thanks for responding.
I enjoyed reading the article Carol and your research about "Henry's" origin. I think he's pretty cute and love how he reminds you of your childhood.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for telling me.
I've been looking at a number of objects which I found in going through the few objects left behind when my mother died and wondering why she did not toss them out as she thoughtfully did to save me from having to do so. My mother was not a writer but she did value quality household items rather than getting rid of things to replace them with the latest fashion. However many of the things I wish she had saved she sold when I was very young and she needed to earn a little money for other needs during the depression and the others were sold at garage sales or given to others as she was downsizing. No stories like yours but I do need to write one about a large white teddy bear which my mother gave me decades later to prevent me from being mad at her because she had removed its original eyes and replaced them with buttons. I remember the incident well and wonder why she imagined I would try to pull out an eye. The replacement bear is still on the top shelf of a closet in his rocking chair.
Good for you. I love the story summary, and I hope that you take time to write it. Please share it with me when you do. Thanks!