Even though living away from home and family environment is truly a remarkable and educational experience, still as the old saying goes "there is no place like home"!
As young adults who are on their journey together with a child, and, with the hope of others, there is no more satisfying comfort than having parents and siblings nearby to support and help nurture this remarkable
life experience. The social aspect of always being in familiar surroundings is the promise of continued
security as well.
Compare that,then, with being young and leaving that "security blanket" headed to the unknown but filled with the awesome responsibility of finding a new home, new job responsibilities, establishing your family in a community of unknown boundaries yet dedicated to a new world with a new vision of growth and adventure.
Remembering always that each and every day is a new adventure and new hope for God's promise to be fulfilled! Give pause to those thoughts and how each so different yet life's richest dreams can unfold. In this scenario you must find support and security with each other as you continue the journey..food for the journey is found together!.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS...
In thinking about the "homes" our family has shared, I ask myself what memories did we leave in those walls..as the old saying goes "wish I was a fly on the wall"! Just as animals leave a flea when he/she are removed from the premises..do we leave bits of ourselves,our hearts, prayers and wishes?
Today, I would like to reflect and return to the 10 or more houses we shared and called them "home".
Three of those homes welcomed precious babies and my question is did those tiny hearts trnasfer meaning to their surroundings..to "mommie and daddy" or were they just oblivious to all of that and WE were the ones in awe and making memories of our own in thanksgiving, wishes and dreams of our futures together?
As husband and wife our first home was in Louisville, Kentucky where apartments were rare indeed and we were expecting our first child. Russ, my husband, was fortunate to have a job pioneering GE'S APPLIANCE PARK making sure the new "ranges" worked properly so he had great meals and I, well nausea and a cracker w/tea, were satisfying hunger and nausea all at the same time.
This country of ours was at war and so SCHENECTADY, NEW YORK was soon "home" and once again residences were difficult to acquire. And, it was here in late February 1953 we welcomed our first son, GARRY LOUIS COLOMB at St.Anne's Hospital. Through the company, Russ was placed in guided missles so that in that job position and being a new father, he avoided the perils of war for which I was more than thank ful.. A small apartment housed our family and a brand new puppy who really didn't appreciate having a baby around. There were many memories left in that small apartment: 1) having to wash diapers, etc in a basement laundry room 2) getting a hand caught in the wringer 3) having to try to hang diapers from a 2nd story window in the middle of a snow storm and, however, feeling like I was a "star" in my own movie and determined to be the best with a handsome leading man..a gorgeous new son and jealous pup!
That was a new beginning and in 58 years there have been many of those!!! JOG YOUR MEMORY and remember those special times too.
Today, I would like to reflect and return to the 10 or more houses we shared and called them "home".
Three of those homes welcomed precious babies and my question is did those tiny hearts trnasfer meaning to their surroundings..to "mommie and daddy" or were they just oblivious to all of that and WE were the ones in awe and making memories of our own in thanksgiving, wishes and dreams of our futures together?
As husband and wife our first home was in Louisville, Kentucky where apartments were rare indeed and we were expecting our first child. Russ, my husband, was fortunate to have a job pioneering GE'S APPLIANCE PARK making sure the new "ranges" worked properly so he had great meals and I, well nausea and a cracker w/tea, were satisfying hunger and nausea all at the same time.
This country of ours was at war and so SCHENECTADY, NEW YORK was soon "home" and once again residences were difficult to acquire. And, it was here in late February 1953 we welcomed our first son, GARRY LOUIS COLOMB at St.Anne's Hospital. Through the company, Russ was placed in guided missles so that in that job position and being a new father, he avoided the perils of war for which I was more than thank ful.. A small apartment housed our family and a brand new puppy who really didn't appreciate having a baby around. There were many memories left in that small apartment: 1) having to wash diapers, etc in a basement laundry room 2) getting a hand caught in the wringer 3) having to try to hang diapers from a 2nd story window in the middle of a snow storm and, however, feeling like I was a "star" in my own movie and determined to be the best with a handsome leading man..a gorgeous new son and jealous pup!
That was a new beginning and in 58 years there have been many of those!!! JOG YOUR MEMORY and remember those special times too.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Purpose
Writing this blog and “JOGGING MY MEM’RY” I remember a 90yr. old friend of mine who said “I no longer have PURPOSE in my life”! This from someone who shared so much in her life and experienced much pain but who forgot what she meant to so many whose mem’ries were full of the brightness of her smile and the gentleness of her heart.
True for some of us there are not too many Saturday nights left to share but I suppose that only means that we must fill those moments with love and sharing and giving witness to those who need PURPOSE in their lives. I would invite you to JOG YOUR MEMORY and share those moments with all of us.
Do we share those remaining SATURDAY NIGHTS (too few to mention) or do we give new meaning to the worth of everyday?
True for some of us there are not too many Saturday nights left to share but I suppose that only means that we must fill those moments with love and sharing and giving witness to those who need PURPOSE in their lives. I would invite you to JOG YOUR MEMORY and share those moments with all of us.
Do we share those remaining SATURDAY NIGHTS (too few to mention) or do we give new meaning to the worth of everyday?
Jog Your Memory
Today, as I begin this journey, I am well aware that Life is a Two-Way street..one wrong, one right and many times dead ends.
My life has been filled with joy, grief, sadness and much love and each bringing the realization that God has chosen the path and I have the choice of how to follow it.
In writing this BLOG it is my fervent hope that many of you will come along and JOG YOUR MEM'RY so that we will all find the treasures we have lived to store so that others may learn.
My life has been filled with joy, grief, sadness and much love and each bringing the realization that God has chosen the path and I have the choice of how to follow it.
In writing this BLOG it is my fervent hope that many of you will come along and JOG YOUR MEM'RY so that we will all find the treasures we have lived to store so that others may learn.
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