By the time you read this, part of our family will be home from Florida…our son John and wife Carol, will have flown in to Wichita on Monday night, we will have picked them up from the Airport, and they will have driven to Kansas City, to her sister’s place and spent a day with their oldest son John, and be ready to come back here by Saturday night.
It does seem that this summer is packed with fun things going on, it is pretty busy since it also includes our Saturday morning Farmer’s Market to sell some of John’s garden stuff, apple chips and my German Zwie bach. We have already had four weeks of the market and it is a lot of enjoyable fun. I really love to meet my readers and talk about life or the good ole days. It is such a blessing to live in Hutchinson, Kansas. There’s plenty going on, people know each other better, and I hope the extreme business of the larger cities never gets here. It’s just right the way it is! Besides that, we are going to try the Farmer’s Market on June 19 which is the third Thursday downtown so we will enjoy it some more!
I do so look forward to hearing our son speak at our Young at Heart Ministries on 10 a.m., Thursday, the 26th, at the Delos Smith Center. He will tell about some of the things going on in the military now that he is a retired Lt. Colonel Chaplain. He will also tell about his present job as a Jail Chaplain in Florida and how things are changing. Most of all, how God still works in many lives across the U.S. I hope you all can come and hear this. It will be worth it!
Last week we had the privilege of eating lunch with one of our favorite missionary couples who grew up around the Medora area but are missionaries in a foreign field. Every time they come back on furlough, they notice big changes in our country. We will try to find a time they can speak to our Young at Hearts also and let you know when.
It does seem in summer, we hear from friends that go back many years. It’s almost like the summer is “friend and family reunion time!” That is my absolute favorite thing, when I get a call from someone I used to know. Yesterday I heard from one of my best friends in life… Lois Jean, who now lives in Texas. She told me this might be the last time we hear from her and her husband as it is getting harder and harder to get around.
It was fun to badinage about the days we walked, along with our friend Ruth, at the Mall every other morning. That was when the shopping place was new and exciting and we enjoyed it to the absolute fullest. We put designs on our sweatshirts that were similar and took turns bringing a new word, using it in our daily conversation. Each one had a little “writer’s blood” in their make up so that made it extra fun.
Of course, we would always stop at McDonalds on our way home. We could buy a biscuit for a quarter and the coffee was free if we had a McDonald’s cup. The Mall was almost full with retail stores, we met lots of people we knew, and we could walk a good gait. I do remember thinking “This is so good, I wish it could go on forever!”
But alas, life does not stay the same, does it? Lois moved to Texas, Ruth moved to Heaven, and I seldom make it to the Mall anymore! I doubt if we could even make one round nowadays, although that would do me a lot of good!
I have often written about the old farm house we lived for a few years when I was growing up. It was moved away to Burrton and the farmyard is no more. I had often wished I could see it once more. My cousin Lou gave me the address of where it was so one day this Spring, my sister Carol and I drove to Burrton to find it. Only part of the house, evidently was moved but I could recognize it by its looks and location of its windows. It gave me a funny feeling to see the place where so many of my “growing up” experiences took place. I knew, however, that it would not be the same if I looked inside. In that case. “I could not come home again!”
I’ve come to realize, that through the beautiful memories life has offered, we can never really “go home again!” Home is where we keep our heart, however, and because of that, we take it wherever we go. I love to look back at the life we have known, the special times stand out more than the bad times, so I guess you could say with conviction “Home is where the heart is!”
We cannot be sad about the changing times because, if we have accepted Jesus Christ into our life Heaven is our real home. It will be a very wonderful time to finally go “home to heaven’ some day and badinage with all our friends who have gone on before us.
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