Sunday, October 6, 2013

Till The Storm Passes By

Storm 2
In the dark of the midnight
have I oft hid my face,
While the storm howls above me
and there's no hiding place.
'Mid the crash of the thunder,
Precious Lord, hear my cry,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
 
Many times Satan whispers,
‘There is no need to try,
For there's no end of sorrow,
there's no hope by and by’
But I know Thou art with me,
and tomorrow I'll rise
Where the storms never darken the skies.
 
When the long night has ended
and the storms come no more,
Let me stand in Thy presence
on the bright peaceful shore;
In that land where the tempest never comes,
Lord, may I
Dwell with Thee when the storm passes by.
 
Chorus:
Till the storm passes over,
till the thunder sounds no more,
Till the clouds roll forever from the sky;
Hold me fast, let me stand in the hollow of Thy hand,
Keep me safe till the storm passes by.
 

 

 

Song: ‘Till The Storm Passes By'
Written by Mosie Lister


Thursday, October 3, 2013

Round and Round – Part Two

I shared a bit about the Albany Historic Carousel and Museum and I showed you a few things from the painting room.  Now I’d like to take you into the carving room where raw wood is shaped and carved and comes to life.  It’s an amazing place – you could spend a lot of hours there.  Each carousel animal starts with an illustration of the finished piece.  Then blocks of wood are chiseled and sanded and shaped into reality.Carousel Carving - Morgan Horse It’s amazing to see the process as each step progresses.  All around the carving room are carousel animals in different stages.  Carousel Carving - Mustang HorseLook on the shelf below the carved horse.  The tail is finished – waiting to be added to the body.Carousel Carving - Mustang Horse 2Once the body is finished, details are added.  First they are drawn onto the wood. . .Carousel Carving - Details DrawnThen, with careful precision, they take shape.Carousel Carving - Details Take ShapeSome carvers had ‘props’ to help them develop accurate perspective.Carousel Carving - ChickenCarousel Carving - Chicken 2This cute bear has glasses.  I can’t wait to return and see her when she’s finished.Carousel Carving - Bear - ArtHer basket has already been carved and is waiting for her.Carousel Carving - Bear - BasketCarousel Carving - BearThe carvers are all volunteers.  You can see that they spend many, long hours to make each carousel animal become reality.  They are committed to their work and their dream to see the carousel in action.Carousel CarversBecause of their hard work – and their passion – someday I may be able to watch my grandchildren ride the Albany Historic Carousel.  And I may be riding right beside them!Carousel Model

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Round and Round – Part One

One of the places we went with my out-of-state cousin when he visited with us a few weeks ago was new to us, too.  My ‘local’ cousin and her hubby told us about it so they took all of us to a fascinating place I want to visit again sometime.  I took so many photos it’s hard to decide what to share with you.  I’ll consolidate some of the bits and pieces into a collage or two – or more – so you can see what I mean. And I’ll share this adventure in more than one blog post.Carousel SignI love carousels – I’ve always loved them!  When I was a little girl my aunt took me to the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz, California and I had my first ride on a carousel.  Since then, they have always captured my heart.  You can imagine the ‘magic’ I felt when I stepped inside the Albany Historic Carousel and Museum about an hour south of our home in Albany, Oregon.  The carousel is not finished – it’s in process.  The animals are being carved and painted by volunteers who donate thousands of hours to make it become a reality some day.  People can ‘adopt’ a carousel animal and many have adopted animals in memory of dear ones in their lives.  The carousel will look like when it is finished.Carousel Plan As soon as you step inside the building where the carousel animals are being made, you begin to see the process that turns raw wood into a beautifully carved and painted carousel animal.  Walk through the door and up a few steps and you are in the painting room where you will see completed animals and some that are still need work.Carousel Paint RoomA few finished animals are on display in the paint room.  The horse in the foreground is a working ‘riding’ horse – for the children who visit. What a good idea!  The others all have signs that say ‘Do not touch!’Carousel AnimalsI loved the detail on this one.  Her little face is so sweet.Carousel LlamaCarousel Llama Collage I want you to meet ‘Harriette.’ She’s my favorite.  She was adopted in memory of a dear grandmother so every detail was carefully planned to reflect her life.  She collected frogs so there was no doubt what animal should represent her. Carousel Animals - HarrietIn her arms Harriette is holding a jar – it’s a canning jar!  Because Grandma always canned food for her family every year.  What’s in this canning jar? Bugs! Fireflies!  (Keep reading and you’ll find out why.)Carousel Animals - Harriets Jar Grandma never went anywhere without a hat, so ‘Miss Harriette’ must have a hat – with a yellow rose because she loved yellow roses.  Her favorite color was purple.  She always wore an apron so her family chose to ‘dress’ Harriette in a purple dress with a pinafore-apron.  And she always had a hankie in her pocket.  There was no way that detail could be left out.  And the duck on the pocket?  Well, Grandma Harriet l-o-v-e-d the University of Oregon Ducks!Carousel Animals - Harriet Collage 1When she was a little girl Grandma’s mother made her dresses out of flour sacks.  How to represent that?  Yep – they figured it out!Carousel Animals - Harriet - BloomersEach carousel animal has a sign that tells their story.  Harriette’s sign says:  ‘Harriette is perhaps the most whimsical animal on the Carousel.  Everything on her is symbolic of some aspect of Anna Murphy’s life.  She has twelve tadpoles on her apron, one for each child.  She caught fireflies as a child, and always had a safety pin on hand.  Just in case!  The yellow rose was her favorite flower, and purple was her favorite color.  And she even wears pants made of a flour sack!  Adopted in loving memory of Anna H. Murphy by her family.’
Carousel Animals - Harriet - Sign One more look before we go into the carving room.Carousel Animals - Harriet 2I’ll show you part the carving room tomorrow.  That’s where it all starts – from the raw wood, into the hands of skilled craftspeople, to a work of art that moves into the painting room and comes out ready to be mounted on the carousel.  It’s done with precision and care by people who believe that what they do will bring joy to the hearts of people – young and old – from near and far.  That makes every moment of their hard work worth it all!

If you would like to read more about this fascinating place, visit their website here.

Monday, September 30, 2013

High On The Mountain

Last month we were blessed to have a visit from a dear, out-of-state cousin.  He stayed for several days and we packed every moment full – but we didn’t have time to do all the things we wanted to do.  One of the things on his list – and a favorite of mine – was a trip up Mount Hood to see historic Timberline Lodge. 
Timberline LodgeI’ve shared the lodge many times here at different times of the year.  No matter how often I visit the lodge it seems I always find something I haven’t seen before.  That was the case this time.  There were things that had been there before.  Right in front of my nose!  Like this artwork on the main door.TImberline DoorI had probably seen this beautiful ironwork handle on the door to the upper terrace before but I had never stopped to pay attention to the details.Timberline Door HandleAnd I was intrigued with the huge iron hinges on the same door.Timberline HIngeThe view from the terrace beyond this door is amazing.  On a clear day you can see forever – you can see the Cascade Mountains south of Mount Hood and some of the mountain lakes nearby.Timberline Terrace ViewOn the rock wall of the terrace in front of this spot is a plaque that has been there for many years.  President Franklin Roosevelt stood here to give the dedication speech for the opening of the lodge in nineteen thirty seven.Timberline Dedication PlaqueThe chair President Roosevelt sat in that day is on display inside.Timberline ChairThe chair is in a room that reflects the decor of the original rooms that were rented by guests many years ago.  The rooms today have been modernized quite a bit but they still have the rustic decor of the old lodge.Timberline RoomIn a little hallway we found a bench that must have been there every time I’ve walked down that hall.  It’s made from an old wooden hand truck that was used during construction of the lodge.Timberline BenchI was amazed to find a gift shop that I didn’t know was in the lodge.  There is one in the ski lodge just below the main lodge but I didn’t have any idea there was another gift shop in the lodge.  The light fixtures caught my attention – they look like an oxen yoke.Timberline LightsThe view from the third floor is incredible.  I think it’s my favorite spot in the lodge.  The mountain is the focal point – what more could you ask?Timberline WindowWe went outside and walked on the terrace at the back of the lodge.  A tour group was gathered there so we stood at the back of the group and listened to the tour guide as she shared interesting information about the lodge and the mountain.  Timberline TourI couldn’t stand still very long – I just had to explore the trail that leads up the mountain.  Of course I didn’t go far, but I enjoyed a bit of ‘adventure’ while my family continued to listen to the tour guide. I discovered this sign just a few steps above the terrace – and I realized I was standing on the Pacific Crest Trail that goes through the Cascade Mountains from Mexico to Canada.  Timberline TrailA few feet higher up the trail. . .a view of the mountain I had never seen before.  This was new territory for me! Oh, how I would have loved to hike up that trail.  Someday, perhaps.Timberline Trail Up the Mountain The view behind me. . .Timberline Windows Our day on the mountain was wonderful.  I’ll go again.  The mountain calls me.  The seasons bring great change to this special place and I will return whenever I have a chance to go up the mountain.Timberline Wildflowers

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Beside Still Waters

Still Waters God, my shepherd!
I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
You find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to Your word,
You let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.

Psalm 23:1-3
(The Message)

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Musings On A Stormy Day

Stormy DayIt’s a stormy day in our part of the Pacific Northwest.  Rain is beginning to pelt down (again!) and the winds are fierce in places.  At my home it is windy with occasional very strong gusts - gusts that make me want to run and capture whatever may suddenly decide to take off flying.  It appears everything here is secure and I pray that those around our region will be safe from the storm.  I’m prepared – my candles and oil lamps (and flashlights and battery-operated reading lights) are close at hand.  There is plenty of firewood waiting to make a cozy fire in the fireplace later this evening.

Some have asked if I’ve posted more since my blog was returned to me.  Or, are there still problems?  And word of a new blog-in-process has leaked out.  I can answer each of these questions for you!

No, I have not posted anything since I shared that my blog access had been restored.  There have been no more problems with my blog - life has taken me in many directions and I’ve not had time to settle in and post a thing over the past days.  The summer has been extremely busy.  I’ll share in more detail soon. 

We celebrated our youngest granddaughter’s first birthday. . .
Brynlee's First BirthdayThere was a wonderful visit from a dear, out-of-state cousin and outings to favorite places, including a trip to my favorite mountain. . .Mount HoodA campout with girlfriends in a beautiful place one recent weekend. . .Coburg Campout - TrailerA day trip with dear, long-time friends. . .DaytripAnd a visit to a wonderful camp where disabled kids can just be kids and their families can have a bit of time away for relaxation.Camp Attitude Sign See the Smiley Face in the wheelchair? Everything at this camp is structured to put smiles on the faces and laughter in the hearts of the kids and their families.

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Yes, there is a new blog in my future.  It is currently in the design stage and will be revealed sometime in the near future.

Over the next days I plan to share more about each of the things I’ve mentioned here.  There is so much I’d like you to know about where I’ve been and what I’ve done – it’s just too good to keep to myself!

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Finally!

SunsetAfter almost two weeks of almost ‘tearing my hair out’, spending countless hours attempting to contact a real person at Google and writing more emails to the Help staff and Help Forum – with either no response or a programmed response that took me in circles – my blog is up and running again.  I was surprised one morning to read an email from a family member advising that my blog had disappeared.  Again!  This happened last year about this time.  My custom domain expired even though I had found someone to help me last year, and I was assured that the problem had been fixed and reset to auto-renew.  This time I was able to make a payment and was assured that my blog (that was locked) would be reinstated within twenty-four hours.  But it didn’t happen!  I watched and waited – and checked my bank account to find that my payment had cleared my bank.  Still, no blog.  I paid for services that I did not receive.  I left messages on countless help screens, begging and pleading for help and for a real person to contact me.  Two nice people at the company that manages Google/Blogger custom domains, helped put me in touch with some helpful information.  Something on my blog indicated that I had cancelled my blog and indicated that I did not care to renew my domain.  Finally – early this morning, my phone rang and a nice lady told me she had been assigned to work on my situation.  She stayed on the phone with me and carefully, patiently walked me through a process I supposedly should know – with passwords assigned over three years ago, which I didn’t know.  When she reached a dead end she asked if she could call me back.  And she did!  She had spoken with someone who could unravel the complicated ‘unusual’ situation.  Then she carefully guided me through the process until she could ‘see’ my blog again.  I don’t know what she did but suddenly – my blog was back.  I felt that an old, long-lost friend had returned.  I sat here and smiled and thanked her endlessly.  And then – I wished her goodnight!  You see, this sweet lady was in Eastern Europe.  Part of the Google ‘Enterprise’ billing staff.  She – who had originally told me she was about to go home for the night – stayed over a bit to return the call she promised to make with the information needed to solve the problem.  She stayed with me until the problem was resolved.  And then she wished me a good day.  Two ladies on opposite sides of the world – in flip-flopped time zones – spoke kindness and appreciation and words of friendship for a few moments.  And my faith in humanity (and Google) was restored a bit.  One early morning in Oregon.  One late evening on the other side of the world.