Song: If I Were A Butterfly
Words & Music by Brian Howard
Mission Hills Music, 1974
Song: If I Were A Butterfly
Words & Music by Brian Howard
Mission Hills Music, 1974
A delicate numbered Haviland china plate.
A happy bluebird family.
A momma bird watching over her babies - in a snowglobe nesthouse.
The little nesthouse is at home on a table with other special things. Do you recognize the book from here? The little birdhouse nearby was a gift from a very dear friend. A Scripture verse is printed on each side of the small cards that rest on one side of the roof. The pretty little planter was part of an appreciation gift from a dear older friend who is now at home in Heaven.
"Who loves a garden
Finds within his soul
He hears the anthem of the soil
While ingrates toil;
And sees beyond his little sphere
The waving fronds of heaven, clear".
~Louise Seymour Jones~
Each piece in this corner is special to me. Let me tell you about each one. Not long ago I shared the old framed picture here.
The plates are recent "finds". My dear mother and I were in the back corner of an antique mall a few miles from home when I found the large plate. It is Nippon china -- marked $2.00. The lady at the cash register was shocked at the price. She said the seller is very knowledgeable and "knows his stuff" pretty well. She couldn't believe that he had mispriced this one. What was even more fun is that my dear mother found another Nippon plate in blues - same seller - for $2.00. As we drove away that day we knew we had each found a bargain! The little plate on the top was a thrift store find a few days later - signed Haviland china from France for 75 cents!
This hanging lamp is especially dear to my heart. It was a special anniversary gift to me from my sweetheart at a time when my heart needed a lift. At the time my sweetheart was the pastor of a small church on the Oregon Coast. We had lived there for just a few months before our 4th wedding anniversary, January 1976. When we moved to town we rented a little cottage-type house while we looked at homes to buy. Before the holiday season we had begun the process to buy our own home. A few days before our anniversary the sale was completed and we were anxiously waiting to move in. Because our finances were tight we had decided not to give anniversary gifts to each other that year. Our gift to each other was our new home. We decided to buy a mattress set for our new bedroom and use the "old" one in our new guestroom so we shopped at a local furniture store during one of their big sales. While waiting for the saleman to help us I wandered through the lamp department and instantly fell in love with this beautiful yellow swag lamp. Swag lamps were all the rage at the time and I had never seen a yellow one with flowers on it. There was no way we could afford to buy the lamp but I told my sweetheart how I loved the lamp and wished I could buy it for our new bedroom. We bought a mattress set and left the store. I thought I would never see that lamp again so I tried not to think about it too much.
Our anniversary is in the middle of January. At that time our church district conducted an annual retreat for all of the pastors and their wives. It was always a wonderful time of rest and refreshing and a time to meet new friends and renew old friendships with pastors and their wives from all over Oregon. The only problem was that it was held in the middle of January each year - our anniversary was always during the retreat. And - it was held at a mountain camp and retreat center owned by our church district. There were not enough rooms for all of the couples to stay together so the district officials got the private rooms. The rest of us stayed in the girls' dorms and the boys' dorms that were used for summer camps. Each year we knew that we would spend our anniversary in the mountains - in the snow - in separate dorms! We usually rode to the retreat with another pastor and his wife from our area to save expenses and have less cars in the small parking lot.
In January, 1976 our anniversary was on the last day of the retreat. Shortly after breakfast we left to travel approximately 5 hours home. We rode with another couple so we spent those hours visiting with them. Not long after we got home we ate a hurried fast-food meal together with our young son and my sweetheart went to the church to conduct a wedding rehearsal. I remember that night as if it were yesterday! It was a very stormy, foggy night on the Oregon Coast and at times the wind howled around the corners of our little house. After our little boy was asleep in his bed upstairs I sat in my rocking chair in the corner of the living room and cried. I felt so sad that it was my anniversary and I was at home alone! I cried because we had been with people all day and now my sweetheart had quickly eaten and left to carry out his duties as the pastor of our church - and I felt so sad. Sometime later, after my tears had dried, my sweetheart came through the door with the biggest gift-wrapped box I think I had ever seen. He put it on my lap and said, "Happy Anniversary"! Of course I exclaimed and scolded because we had agreed NOT to give gifts to each other. At his urging I opened the box. What did my eyes see? It was the beautiful yellow swag lamp I had dreamed of a couple of weeks earlier. "How did you do this"? "When did you buy this"? He still recalls that I couldn't stop smiling. Again the tears flowed down my face. Not sad tears this time - they were tears of joy and love for this special man I had married just 4 years ago that day.
The lamp has hung in some other houses since the first home we owned in that town. It has been carefully packed and lovingly carried along to each place. When we moved into this house I thought there would be no way I could use my special lamp. As in many homes built in our town during the 1960's, our home has ceiling heat that radiates heat down into each room. Electric wires were wound back and forth all across the ceiling and covered by plaster. Because of that we can't put anything into the ceiling. You can see the solution I came up with so I could use my lamp.
I hope you enjoy this little glimpse of my world and the story behind the special things in this corner of our room. You will see this again when the other parts of the corner have all come together.
(I've been thinking about making a fabric cover for the chain. Lace fabric? The color of the walls? What do you think? If you have any ideas or suggestions to dress up or disguise the chain and/or the bracket please share them with me. The pictures don't show the color of the walls -- they are a very soft, "cool" sage green.)
Be Thou My Vision - Irish hymn written in the 8th century - translated into English in 1905 - traditional Irish tune
This book is full of humor and insights into being a grandmother in our world today. "Times have changed. The old vision of a grandmother -- gray hair, glasses, a shawl and a rocking chair on the front porch -- is no longer a reality. Today, grandma may wear jogging shoes, have a full-time career, and live hundreds of miles away. But grandmas are even more important, what with the changing culture, than they always have been. They can and do make a difference in the lives of their grandchildren. 'Each of us has a grandmothering style, a special way of giving loving support and nurture that fits us perfectly,' say authors Stoop and Southard. 'Our challenge is to find that particular style and work from within it'".
I plan to read the entire book soon. What I have read while browsing through it has given me some great ideas and encouragement in my life as a grandmother. Patsy Clairmont,a favorite author and speaker of mine, wrote this poem that is included in the book:
In the dim and distant past,
When life's tempo wasn't fast,
Grandma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat and babysit.
When the kids were in a jam,
They could always count on Gram.
In an age of gracious living,
Grandma was the gal for giving.
Grandma now is in the gym,
Exercising to keep slim.
She's off touring with the bunch,
Taking clients out to lunch,
Driving north to ski or curl.
All her days are in a whirl.
Nothing seems to stop or block her,
Now that Grandma's off her rocker!
I enjoyed the quotes about grandparents on Bev's blog, Scratchin' The Surface. She included darling pictures of her beautiful grandchildren. I enjoy reading what she writes. This one is great. I'm sure you will enjoy it, too.
Suddenly she was aware that I was there. Her posture changed and she stood at attention.
Within a moment she slipped into the big fig tree beside her. A while later I peeked out of the window and saw her there again - this time she was facing me and watching. She wasn't going to be caught by surprise again! When she saw me she quickly moved back into the tree. I think she has a nest in that tree and she was probably enjoying a few minutes of peace and rest while her little ones had a morning nap! Every mother understands the need for quiet moments.
I walked away from the window and I thought of the little song from childhood again, this time with such sweet memories of the days when I was so young and my kindergarten teacher - a sweet, gracious Christian lady who I loved dearly - taught me to sing a song of praise.
A pot of pansies adds color to the entry area.
Black-eyed Susans (Thumbergia), in a bright yellow pot, climb up a wrought iron teepee-style trellis. The exquisite colors capture the attention of nearly everyone who visits.
A miniature tree rose nearby draws attention. The picture may fool your eye - the bloom above is small and delicate. Can you see the water on the petals?
I would love it if you could come up the walk to my front door and enjoy each of the things that await your arrival. Until that time, enjoy this glimpse of the world at my front door.
As we drove away I told my sweetheart that it was a lovely house but I was very happy to go back to my little home that God gave us. This song by Ira Stanphil came to mind and I've seen humming it ever since.
I’m satisfied with just a cottage below,
A little silver and a little gold;
But in that city where the ransomed will shine,
I want a gold one that’s silver lined.
I’ve got a mansion just over the hilltop,
In that bright land where we’ll never grow old;
And someday yonder we will never more wander,
But walk the streets that are purest gold.
Though often tempted, tormented, and tested,
And like the prophet my pillow a stone;
And though I find here no permanent dwelling,
I know He’ll give me a mansion my own
Don’t think me poor or deserted or lonely;
I’m not discouraged, I’m heaven bound.
I’m just a pilgrim in search of a city,
I want a mansion, a harp, and a crown.
I know that the home we saw is not a mansion by the world's standards. I know there are houses that truly are mansions but this house is much bigger than mine (at a cost much more than mine!). It seems like a mansion to a lot of people. I thought of the little home in Mexico where I stood with a precious Christian sister. She was a gracious hostess and quickly invited me in -- two rooms, no plumbing, dirt floor, chickens and dogs running in an out. Yet she was as happy as I because she knew God's faithfulness and grace. She was thankful to have a home built of concrete blocks, with a "real" roof built by friends God had sent her way. Many people in her neighborhood had homes made of sticks and cardboard and they hoped to be fortunate enough to have blue plastic tarps for roofs. My humble little house would be a mansion to Marta and her neighbors. I am so blessed! Someday she and I be together again and we will each have a mansion - a real mansion - because Jesus said,
"In My Father’s house are many mansions;
if it were not so, I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you.
And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come again and receive you to Myself;
that where I am, there you may be also."
Ride paddleboats on the lake;
Enjoy the kids' safari play area;
Drink pink lemonade from fountains all through the park;
(Yes, it really is pink lemonade!)
Walk over trails through the woods.
This is a magical place to spend a day away from the demands of life and the noise of the city. We will enjoy our day relaxing in this beautiful part of God's creation. And when we return home we will be tired but we will have fond memories of our day together and the pleasure we had at the company picnic.
This is the Lipton Premium Cozy Cover Teapot. It holds 6 cups and is in excellent condition. The lid is flat. The cozy is lined, has a knob and fits over the entire pot.
The teapot handles are shaped slightly different from the similar style that was produced by Hall for Forman. Yellow has been the only color reported and these are marked "Hall" in a circle on the bottom.