When they fell in love, it was 'forever'.............

I know the composite photos are small; however, if you look close you'll see my dad (nick-named Bubbins), standing next to a tank - he served with MacArthur in the Philippines during WWII.

What was this all about? Well the Philippines were our allies; just a common-wealth - a country of courageous people.

I thought a little history on the Philippines 'time-line', might be nice. I have a couple friends who live in the Philippines - born in Manila, and they are the dearest people...........

1934-1964: War and Independence

The United States leaves -- twice -- but stays close.

General Douglas MacArthur wades ashore on Leyte in 1944, two years after Japan had defeated American and Philippine forces. (photo: National Archives)

During the 1920s and 1930s, prominent Filipino nationalists like Manuel Quezon took their case for independence to Washington, D.C. Their breakthrough came in 1934, when President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed a bill that made the Philippines a commonwealth until 1946, when it would become fully independent. Quezon was elected president of the new commonwealth.

World War II interrupted the transition to independence. Within minutes of the surprise attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, Japanese airplanes bombed Manila and nearby American military bases. The American forces in the islands, commanded by General Douglas MacArthur, were unprepared for the invasion that followed. After escaping to Australia, MacArthur told reporters, "I have come through, and I shall return."

Moro traders approach an American Coast Guard vessel, 1945. (photo: National Archives)

Japan claimed to have liberated the islands from the "oppression and tyranny" of American rule, but replaced it with something far more brutal and exploitive. Guerilla groups formed to harass Japanese forces and the Filipino puppet government they installed. The most powerful group was the Hukbalahap, or Huks, a 25,000-strong peasant army based in Luzon. The communist-influenced Huks not only attacked the Japanese but also seized land from landlords. "If I worked in those sugar fields, I'd be a Huk myself," MacArthur said sympathetically.

MacArthur and the U.S. army returned to the Philippines in 1944. After a bloody battle for Manila, the islands were declared liberated once more. More than 1 million Filipinos had died during the war. As promised, the Republic of the Philippines became a sovereign and independent nation on July 4, 1946. After witnessing the handover, MacArthur announced, "America buried imperialism here today."

President Franklin D. Roosevelt meets with General MacArthur and Admiral Chester Nimitz to discuss war strategy, 1944. Ten years earlier, Roosevelt had signed the law that laid the groundwork for the hand over of the Philippines. (National Archives)

The United States, however, was far from gone. It still played a major military role in the new republic. Under a 1947 agreement, the United States was permitted to operate a naval base at Subic Bay and Clark Air Force Base outside Manila -- the largest American overseas bases in the world, and crucial to the U.S. military's Cold War strategy in Asia.

And the United States continued to keep a close watch on domestic affairs. The Huk guerrillas resurfaced in the late 1940s, fueled by peasants' continuing desire for agricultural reform. With military aid and covert assistance from the United States, the Philippine government quashed the Huks by 1954.

A few pictures from Breezy's (mom's) collection

Back when box cameras were all we could afford ($8.00 from Sears & Roebuck), this is the kind of photograph that was so typical - too bad we didn't have the money so we could have captured those happy times with much better quality. Sadly, they are such small photographs, the images aren't easily seen on this blog. Yet I know this: The people in this photograph who are looking at the pictures, recognize themselves - most have 'real copies' too (as I have).

While I'm thinking of it, the flowers that used to be on the right-hand side of this blog, have 'disappeared' - guess the web-site (Pyzan) that helped me create the initial blog have now abandoned their graphics, so I truly miss the bouquet that once appeared on this site to make it so beautifully 'summer' - mom does love her flowers...........

Guess I'll have to go looking for more flowers to post here and on the side-bar.

Happy Spring - it's the first day according to my calendar.

Diane

HAPPY AUTUMN - A WEE LITTLE MIRACLE HAPPENED TODAY....

I call it a 'wee' miracle, because I imagine most people think miracles come in 'sizes' (as I do). A big miracle would be if suddenly all wars and conflict ended, and love 'invaded' everyone! That is a very very big 'miracle' in my mind.

This wee one came in the form of a post from Brenda, the sister of Julie who died in April of this year. My mom was so taken by the story published in the Kalamazoo Gazette, she sent it to me and asked I put it on her web-page. I received the letter and article on April 29, 2008 - the day my nephew (Mike) turned 39. It was also April 29, 2002, that I nearly died in a car accident, so this was my 6th anniversary of surviving that terrible event that took 5 years to fully recover from.

Then because Brenda took the time to comment, I was able to locate her web-page and found a very charming site where she talks about life; her six children - shows off her beautiful hand-made rugs, and that's where I looked for some type of tribute she might have made to her sister.

Here is Brenda's 'open letter' and post to Julie, it is very loving and warm:

Julie Ann Elizabeth Moulds Rybicki - December 28, 1962 - April 8, 2008
Originally uploaded by bbmarie.

My sister died today. I was with her for 4 days of her last 6. She has been fighting Non-Hodgkins lymphoma for 16 years. But it was the Graft vs. Host disease that killed her.

She was strong and brave and beautiful and so full of love. There is not a person who knew her that didn't love her. She was a poet that married a poet. They adopted a 12 year old boy from inner city Detroit 6 years ago. God Bless John and Martel as they grieve their wife and Mother. Julie you were more than a sister to me, you were a friend and someone whom baring my heart to was easy and safe.

I haven't been posting much because of all the turmoil in my heart. Julie has been in the hospital since February 15, 2008 and what she has gone through was horrendous. She did it because she wanted to live.

She truly fit into the catagory of only the good die young.

Our last days together are filled with love and I will cherish every minute of them forever.

Welcome to my mom's page! My dad passed away in 1993.

This picture was taken in 1941; dad carried mom's photo with him throughout WWII - you can see the slight damage to the photo - it was beside him throughout that terrible time.

The music you'll hear is a composite of songs that were melodies mom and dad loved in their young years - as they progressed through their lives, and the song 'IF' was played at my father's funeral in May of 1993.

Music was a joy to them; to me - to all of us children, and I hope you enjoy your visit as we walk through the lives of 2 people who gave me such strength; I'm almost 66 years old - mom is going on 84, and between the 'two of us' - just the two of us, we feel the power of what we were taught by our parents - our grand parents, and those who were our neighbors and loved family members.

Do the ANNIVERSARY WALTZ with us - listen to the voices of those talented people who've long since passed, and rejoice in the new artists who keep the music alive in us all! Welcome. Diane - the oldest child of Vern and Marie Rambow - who is very proud to be one of the 5 children who enjoy life in this wonderful country of America.

By jove, I think she's got it!!!!

Wow - after all those weeks of struggling, and once Mozilla Fox-Fire was downloaded, not only did the blog come in fast as lightening, but the pictures showed up - the music started, and no more 'slow feeds'. You've just got to get that software (it's free), and all the add-ons, and you'll zoom through this blog and all other web-site, and blogs like the speed of light!!!!

Welcome to Breezy - now you certainly will 'breeze' through this the way Breezy did in her 80+ years of extraordinary ability to glean the most from what she had; how she dealt with what she didn't have, and how she continues to thrive and drive through the 'muck' of troubles, with a sincere and honest joy as she moves now to her 84th birthday. With great love - her family; her children, and her friends!

Okay, mom told me I should talk nice and explain the problem...

You want an explanation as to why you might be having trouble seeing the pictures? Hearing the music? Well it's right below - nice and polite like mom said I should be.

I don't want anything 'negative' on my mom's blog, so I'll keep my reaction to my own troubles in getting this site to 'show and tell' the way I designed it, to myself.

I bid you the best as you 'travel' through the land of Breezy and her husband 'Bubbins' (his nick-name).

The music will go from beautiful waltz melodies; to soft love songs - dance, and then it's going to get a bit noisy before it gets done.

I think I pretty much said that in an earlier entry, but I just want to be sure you don't put your feet up; have that volume cranked to 'loud', and then get hit with a blast from

Dizzy Gillespie or Harry James.

There - now I 'done good' with all the explanations

and warnings I think...

Just a quick note about the problems with this blog...

There seems to be a difficulty when trying to view this on 'dial-up' service; it runs slow (or doesn't load properly). Some have sent me e-mails that the music runs slow or is erratic.

What's strange is other readers have absolutely no problems, so I'm truly puzzled.

What to do, what to do...............

Hit the 'refresh' tab - it might take 3 or 4 times before the blog loads completely. There are 56 text entries; quite a few photos, so I'm guessing Google has trouble with loading all the files - thus text and/or photos are sometimes missing. I guess I should say: "Google is having technical difficulties lately", and I apologize for it.

Oh how they danced!

All the music I've selected, my mother and father either danced to - sang to, or simply enjoyed when they'd listen to one of their favorite bands.

As you read and listen to the music, you'll find some of the good old 'masters of music' as they play their sax's - their trumpets; dazzle you with their drum skills, or tear your heart out with a love song.

Dad loved the music from the movie GODFATHER. Mom loved just about any kind of music she could tune in on the old radio that was always filled with static.

When they sang GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY, we were driving to Florida - Nancy was a little girl; we both rode in the back of the Hudson dad loved so much, and it seemed like such a long trip.

We went through the Smokey Mountains; dad said we had to visit his army buddy Ansel Seeds. We drove around those hair-pin curves; saw the tiny place Ansel and his family lived in, and then we headed 'south' to Great Grandma Grace's home in Orlando, Florida.

From symphonies to good old jazz and boogie; music was a part of our lives - it is in our spirit, and our 'bones'. That song 'dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones - now hear the word of the Lord'.....well, I couldn't find it for this blog, but I did find GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY. I found so many of those songs mother and dad loved so much.

They were dancing at Ramona Park the night before I was born. As I said earlier, I 'ruined' their Thanksgiving by being born at 4:44 p.m. - Thanksgiving Day of 1942, but darn, I think they did forgive me.

Do stay and listen to the music my parents delighted in hearing; dancing to - and smiling after a long day on the farm; hard work - not much money, but there was always a 'song in their hearts'....

Well I wasn't born when mom and dad used to dance to the ANNIVERSARY WALTZ...

...but I clearly remember one of the songs mom and dad loved was 'IF' - it was sung by the group called 'Bread', and Johnny Mathis recorded it before 'Bread' was a well-known group.

So, today I asked Diane if she'd add it to the music-list.

I hear Chris Botti's trumpet, and it's true - dad played as beautifully as he did.

Hey, now that 'Guitar Man', by Bread - that's great;

for our brother Ken

(his picture is at the bottom of the page along with one of the many guitars he custom-builds).

Thanks, Diane - it's 3,000 miles from Florida to Nevada,

but the I-net brings us together in seconds...appreciate you adding that music for mom and dad, because I know it's one of their favorites.

Love, Barb

In Memory of my dad who passed away 15 years ago today.

I took this photograph so I could bring a rose to dad, and to mom. In his memory....

Called mom to see what she was doing for Memorial Day.

As always, mom makes certain the graves have flowers - she visits daddy's grave-site even though dad's ashes are kept close by her bed. She told me they had the needed rain; told me she wants to go with me gambling, to the new casino - I'll be taking here there in September this year.

I also enjoy the newspaper
clippings mom sends me each week - she's so good about keeping me in touch with
all that happens in my home-town area.

Yesterday was a year ago to the day, that mom discovered she had breast cancer. By January 20, after all the therapy and care, mom was pronounced 'free of cancer'. I think January 20 is a new 'memorial day' for those that love her; freedom - these are freedom colors for today, and always.

Today I got a lovely e-mail from a man who's ill with cancer...

This is one of my goofy 'cut-and-paste' efforts. I've been corresponding with this cancer patient; reading his heart-warming blog, as he now has a new 'fight'. He was a prize-fighter; he's young - he's trying to enjoy his latter days by touring across this great country of ours.

I thought about my own cancer experience; my mom's (this blog was started to give tribute to her). There are battles that are won; wars that are resolved - there are battles that don't end happily - I have no idea how this man's struggle will end, but he's doing it with great optimisim and gusto.

You might want to visit his site too. http://www.thejournalofaprizefighter.com/

Well they spelled my mother's married name wrong, but she got her news-story!

Since my scanner is broken, I had to take this photo - the concrete is our walk-way outside our condo.

Mother had called me about finding this
farm-house photo; she said they'd had electricity from the wind-mill that was
'out back'.....

Mother wanted the newspaper to create a brief story; she sent me the clipping - told me the story, and I sent it to the Kalamazoo Gazette about a month ago.

Mom 'fretted' - she thought possibly they'd
ignore the information she wanted so badly to have
published.

On Sunday, mother told me "Hey, they printed it - I'm so happy!" Yes, they wrote a brief history, but too bad they couldn't spell our name right (darned movie RAMBO seems to now be the accepted spelling without checking out the fact that Rambow is the original spelling of the name). Oh well, at least mother is happy - I can see her smiling from here.....

Photos mom sent to me May 14, 2008 - they just arrived.

The top photo my mother gave me years ago; Dad in Manilla - WWII. I love the photo' of dad and his 'tire' - one of his 'toys'....

Dad and his chickens - mom said Grandma Ann (dad's mother) was always so proud of the way my father would take good care of the laying hens - love his hat!

Dad, and his sisters - Aunt Betty
has the dark black beautiful hair; she died in a car accident at age 29.
Aunt Donna-Jean (Nonny) is standing in front; she lived in a nursing home for
years because of Alzheimer's Disease - her life was full, but not long.
Dad lost both of his sisters many years before he died in 1993 - we missed our
aunts as well; they were always laughing....

The Anniversary Waltz - "Oh how they danced on the night they were wed...."

We keep bringing up this beautiful picture of Vern & Marie aka 'Bubbins' and 'Breezy' - their nick-names.

Today, it was a day to chat with Breezy about the Mom's Day celebration; the fact we had all had great times with family, and to remember so many memories....

Today is Tom's birthday - one of Breezy's grandson's - he's 39. We spent a great 5 days with Tom and his family in Palm Desert; the 2 children are just below this entry.

Breezy said she'd had a wonderful brunch with Nancy; Beth - Ken...and 2 of her great grand-kids on Mom's Day.

Breezy said it rained the past few days; so good for the garden and her flowers.

Breezy - today was a eventful day because she went
back in for her follow-up mammogram, and it was 'all clear'.....

All clear was the test; not all
clear was the day - rainy; damp, and so suited for the time of year to plant the
seeds of flowers - a new year of blossoms.

Tom, Sandy - the 2 children; growing like beautiful flowers as well - the family is all healthy; Breezy is happy, as is her oldest daughter who is the mom of Tom - and very happy to post these recent photos here.

Happy Birthday to Tom; here's Sandy, Brittany & her guy (Tim), and Justin.....

....we're all here to wish Tom a happy 39th birthday, and to say 'Hi Grandma Breezy - we hope you had a great Mom's Day!'

By the way, FAITH is the newest member of the Tom
Daniels' family - she's a bit over 1-year old; looks much like Sarah, and she wanted to send her best wishes too!

"Hey, Breezy - remember this photo of me when I was in Manilla - WWII?"

"Today is MAY DAY - hey, I used to bring you flowers from the field....sometimes from the flower shop when we had enough money...."

"Okay, well I'm short on flowers..."

..."in heaven where I've been since 1993, we do the 'Yankee Doodle went to town; just to ride a pony - stuck a feather in his hat; called it Macaroni' routine.........

"Feathers, Breezy
- lots of pretty feathers to send you my love 'long-distance' like so many
years ago."

Love,
Vern

Another great talk with Breezy; the cellular phone is 'recharging'....

What fun it is to chat with mom; she's feeling so good - jabbering about 'things in life'.....

We talked about the Indians up near Mt. Pleasant carrying water - the fact Michigan residents want to 'buy water' from the Indians....

We talked about how all of us are going to have to 'buckle down' - be strong, and weather the current economy and other issues that are front-page news.

I told her I found the photo' of her that I took on her Las Vegas trip to see us - we talked about me driving her all over California; Nevada, and Arizona in our motor-home; just mom & me - delightful memories.

So, here's mom - in the sun; always with the sun on her face; a smile - and the wind blowing in her hair - that's 'Breezy'.

A "Mom" letter & request on 4/29/08

"Dear Diane: So glad you're all getting together at the Grand Canyon - I know you'll have fun".

"Enclosed are some clippings of the earth-quake, and the story of the writer who died of cancer"....

"The weather is beautiful; flowers are coming out - spring is here...."

In memory of: Julie Moulds Rybicki - died at Ann Arbor
Hospital after a 16-year bout with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma - age
46.

Mrs. Rybicki had battled it and won over it 7 times. Mrs.
Rybicki, a native of North Muskegon and a graduate of Hope College, published
her poetry collection THE WOMAN WITH A CUBED HEAD in 1998. She wrote about
her cancer experiences. She taught at WMU where she received her masters
in poetry.

"She was the kind of person who was capable of having no illusions
and yet loving you fiercely," her husband said.

Her blog that she kept is here - you might like to read some of her
entries; her last one is in 2006 - nearly 2 years ago.

Mother felt this needed to be mentioned; and
added......

http://www.dancingthecancerdowntodust.blogspot.com/

....and Breezy said when she heard 3 of us got so sick this past week....

"Well, I'm just so sorry Diane - you were all looking forward to that Grand Canyon visit so much...."

But, those of us who did get sick, did see these beautiful blossoms and pines from our hotel window where we 'nursed ourselves' and drove several hours home - at least no one gained weight on this trip; stomach flu', and food poisoning have a way of preventing that.

Anyway, mom - these are for you............

Love, Rick, Diane, Tom & Sandy - April - 2008

OH HOW THEY DANCED....the first 4 words of the ANNIVERSARY WALTZ that's playing now....

OH HOW THEY DANCED - AND ENJOYED A DAY IN THE PARK TOO!

There's a song that's all about 'Saturday - in the park; think it was the 4th of July' (or something like that). Well this was in June....what a beautiful day too.

The entry below this one, shows mom and dad relaxing while mom cuddles my niece - ah, those memories come back as I find photos in the closet; in drawers, and I know I should have organized all of this better.......

Anyway, just had to put this one up here - not only did they 'dance', but how they talked and laughed too.

Well, look what I found in my closet - wish I'd entered this one sooner...

The picture is a bit 'crinkled' - but this is one of my very favorites - mom and dad; Denise - about 27 years ago....

Hey, it's still darned good
looking even if the edges of the photo are rough - we had a great day relaxing
in the park, as you can see!

Breezy as she looks today; her first grand-child (Lisa) - the beautiful bracelet Kevin made for me. Diane

This 'blog' is for my mom - Marie; nick-named Breezy.

If I'd started this 2 years ago, I'd have twice the pictures with which to 'build' some of mom's memories. Unfortunately it was a year ago (today), that my computer 'crashed' - and nearly all of my photos 'died' with the computer.

It was a few years ago at Christmas, when Kevin gave
me this beautiful bracelet he made for me with photos of mom-Marie, and her
grand-kids. I wore that bracelet all the time; one day, it was missing
from my arm.

The only 'good thing' was, I'd taken photographs of the bracelet - at least I have that.

The first song you'll hear as you visit this page, is
called THE ANNIVERSARY WALTZ. I selected that because of the beginning
words...'oh how they danced on the night they were wed.'

Of all the things I remember most, it was the beautiful way mom and dad danced - so, it seemed right to start off with this melody.

My dad played a beautiful trumpet - the trumpet
wasn't all that beautiful; the way he played it, was. It was difficult
trying to find anyone who could play like my father; however, around 12 years
ago, Kevin and I went to hear a young man (Chris Botti) play in a supper
club. The minute this man started to play, it was like hearing my father
all over again!

I was able to find about 10 melodies Chris has recorded; about 6 of them are favorites of my mom and dad. So, while this blog isn't near-perfect, it is created with 'what I have' - what remains of the 'pieces' of text and photos I could recover, and put here as a tribute to not only my mother, but my dad; my grandparents - and of course my sisters; brother, and children are included.

My niece (Heather) has been a great inspiration to me; she's a wonderful
mom - an outstanding photographer, and she never stops finding creative ways to
utilize all the beautiful photos she takes. If you'll look in the
side-bar, you'll find a photo-show I made for 'Breezy' (my mom's
nick-name). That link will take you to most of the photos I have here;
however, there will be no text - if you're in a hurry, click on that and
enjoy. Again, it was Heather making up a photo-show some weeks ago, that
gave me the idea for adding this feature to mother's page.

I know mother speaks so often to me about how proud she is of her children. Mother tells me how happy she is with the great families all of her grand-children have raised, or are raising. Breezy rejoices in the sizeable family she has; all the animals that are part of our households. She loves her birds in the yard; she dotes on her racoons that she feeds daily, and she welcomes the neighbor's 'critters' with open arms.

Mom's love of nature; gardening -
never complaining of the long hours and years she's put in to make a lovely home
out of 'what she had', has inspired all of us 5 children of hers, to 'make do' -
or 'make better' with what we have. We've learned how to take 'almost
nothing', and turn it into something pretty special, because both mom and dad
were just that way their entire lives!

Mom and dad's parents were much the same way - we learned from watching how they handled their lives; how they never complained, and worked with love in their hearts.

I was lucky to have all my great grandparents alive
when when I was born. They all lived long enough for me to learn the good
way of life, from them. My great grandmother Grace lived long enough to
see 2 of her great great grand-children be born; she was so proud of them - her
love for all of us still fills my heart.

I think of what Kahlil Gibran wrote: "Work is love made visible" - that said, love was ever constant and visible in my life - thanks to my parents; my grand-parents, and my great grandparents.

Music and art were emphasized by all who nurtured
us. Work - dirty hands; tired backs - signs of a day's
accomplishment. Concern for our surroundings; for the animals that strayed
into the yard - for the birds that lived in our trees, nature was our 'friend' -
we loved all that surrounded us.

Accumulation of material wealth and money was not on the list of 'things to do' - being charitable and thoughtful; kind to our neighbor - these were the priorities in my family's life, and still are.

The key point of this page started
out to be because of my mother's bout with cancer; it was discovered late-May of
2007. Without going into the difficult details of her 'battle', by
Christmas mom was back in the kitchen fixing a terrific holiday dinner. By
January 20, 2008 mother was given the 'all clear' sign that her cancer was
gone.

As I started putting this site together, I realized there were other 'key points' - surely, mom would like these pointed out.

Our father tirelessly worked his entire life to do the
best he could to give us the basic things of life. Our father suffered an
agonizing death from cancer - after months of pain and suffering, he died in May
of 1993.

My brother, Ken, continues to be one of the strongest and most helpful people in mom's life. Even though my brother has suffered from the effects of Bells Palsey, he ever complains; he's always smiling as best he can because of the affliction, and he is the most reliable and kind person one can hope to know.

My sister, Nancy - she's had her entire home burned to
the ground; destroying all her precious photos, but started a 'new world' for
herself, and she dances as beautifully as mom and dad did. She's currently
taking classes to improve her knowledge; to find a better job - and she's 61; a
time when many are retiring.

My sister, Beth - she works very long hours in her own business - her clients and associates hold high regard for her; talented in music and art, she's an ever constant friend to all.

Our
youngest sister (younger than my own daughter)
has worked hard in her own
business as well - none of us 5 children ended up
working for anyone other
than 'ourselves' as we all chose the independent
business-owner ideals and
way of life. Barb has learned a variety of
techniques that contribute to the
comfort and well-being of each of her clients;
she tirelessly adds new skills
to her services, by attending school and seminars
so she can be the 'best'
at what she does.

Of the 5 children born to mom and dad, there are 8 grandchildren that are all grown - many with families of their own. Not only are all 8 productive and loving in their lives, but so are their spouses and their children. Each has learned the need for getting a sound education. Each has learned the value of taking steps to keep excellent health as a first priority. All have the big hearts that give to others. Every one of them works extremely long hours as they seek to do the best job they can for their employer and their clients.

Again, I want to close this entry with
something Kahlil Gibran
said: "Your children are not your children; they
come through you, not
from you." "You can not make your children to strive
to be like you, but
you can strive to be like your
children."

I think in our family, we simply strive - and we admire all that each of
us have done; we are a reinforcing family - a network of love, that has created
a very strong fabric woven of sincere and ever-constant belief that 'each day is
a new day to fix what might have been broken the day before'.

I am very proud and happy to be just a tiny part of a
tremendous family!

Diane

BREEZY'S OFF TO THE BREAD STORE TO GET MORE FOOD FOR US - EVERY DAY SHE FEEDS US!

AS USUAL, BREEZY WAS EXCITED TO SEE ME - AND ALL MY FAMILY!

Sorry the photo is so small - my beautiful GRANDMA WILMA

Now is the time to confess my FULL name I guess. It's Wilma Diane , but dad told mom never to call me anything but Diane (after one of his favorite songs - MY DIANE -). So, that's the way it was.

I don't look like a Wilma in my mind; a Wilma is just like my grandmother - soft; delicate, serene and such a lady....

I'm not even close..........

OH HOW THEY DANCED - MANY YEARS AGO! Mom said she loved this 'talk with God' I sent her a week ago....

I dreamed I had an interview with God.

“So you would like to interview me?”

God asked.“If you have the time,”

I said.God smiled.“My time is
eternity… what questions do you have in mind for me?”

“What surprises you most about human
kind?”

God answered… “That they get bored
with childhood, they rush to grow up, and then long to be children
again.”

“That they lose their health to
make money… and then lose their money to restore their
health.”

"That by thinking anxiously about
the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present
nor the future.”

“That they live as if they will
never die… and die as though they had never lived.”

God’s hand took mine… and we were
silent for a while.

And then I asked, “As a parent, what
are some of life’s lessons you want your children to
learn?”

“To learn they cannot make anyone
love them.

All they can do is let themselves be
loved.”

“To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.”

“To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.”

“To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love, and it can take many years to heal them.”

“To learn that a rich person is not who has the most, but is one who needs the least.”

“To learn that there are people who love them dearly, but simply do not yet know how to express or show their feelings.”

“To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it differently.”

“To learn that it is not enough that they forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”

“Thank you for your time,” I said
humbly. “Is there anything else you’d like your children to
know?”

God smiled and said…“Just know that
I am here...always.”

OH HOW THEY DANCED!

THEY CALLED DAD 'BUBBINS' - THEY
CALLED MOM 'BREEZY' -- BUBBINS AND BREEZY...THEY DAZZLED EVERYONE WHEN THEY
DANCED TOGETHER!

OH HOW THEY DANCED - A GOOD WIFE - BREEZY!

Well, we've managed to get this 'blog' for BREEZY done in April - a time for flowers; re-birth and a new beginning! Mom's well - she's struggled, but just like that little dandelion, she's found a way to sneak up through that concrete; a tiny crack - Breezy found the way as all determined women do. Welcome to spring - 2008, and your own 'blog', Mom! Love, Diane

NO, THE NEWS OF HAVING CANCER IS NEVER EASY TO TAKE

How sad were her eyes; how worried Breezy looked...

But, she was determined to win - she did; she gathered all kinds of information, and she stuck to her guns - she listened to her own body, and monitered her treatment carefully.

When the chemotherapy started to wear her down, she told them to STOP - she told them to go straight to surgery; do not pass go - do not expect my $200; I'm going to live to enjoy another Christmas.

Another Christmas came - mom made up her famous ham; her great pumpkin pie - no, mom did not die.....

MOM AND HER FRIENDS. MARIE ISABEL - MOM, BEVERLY - WE LOST THE 4TH ONE 2 YEARS AGO.

There they are - out in that sunshine; ready for lunch and wondering what the 'hold-up' is with me taking their picture. We had a great lunch - a wonderful memorie! We all miss Eileen - her last stroke was the final blow to her brave efforts to still enjoy life; she walked with her cane, and always smiled.

MOM AND MIKE - BREEZY WAS HIS BEST FRIEND - HE DIED OF CANCER...FOUGHT HARD, THOUGH!

We couldn't have had a better second 'dad' - they never married, but worked together in the garden - traveled around DANCING OF COURSE...Breezy loved music and had the most beautiful style on the dance-floor!

Mike taught Breezy how to POLKA - it was a new dance she learned to do well, and loved!

BREEZY & BARON - 31 YEARS AGO!

As you can see, Mom & Dad finally moved into a lovely comfortable home! This was 31 years ago - it's even more beautiful now.

GRANDMA WILMA LIVED AS LONG AS HER AILING HEART COULD - SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN!

Fresh air; sunshine - lots of love - that's what a mom is! Grandma Wilma - she's arrived 'again', after 67 years of being 'just in a photo-box', she's here to join Breezy in celebrating this newest spring - 2008 - when Breezy beat out cancer so she could enjoy another garden this year!

'WE THREE, WE'RE NOT ALONE - WE'RE STILL GREAT COMPANY!"

All 3 are over 80; all 3 are enjoying life - all 3...perfect company!

'WE THREE, WE'RE NOT ALONE'...THEY'RE ALL OVER 80, AND ENJOYING LIFE!

The poem I wrote for this 'trinity' is on the side-bar. All three were born in January; the 10th, and 24th....darling aren't they.

Such a bond they have - I wish this photo were larger.....

Marian/Mary-Isabel/Marie - Those 3....

OH HOW THEY DANCED! WHEN THE GOING GOT TOUGH, THE TOUGH WENT DANCING!

Mom and Dad - Vern & Breezy; they coped with the many difficulties, and when all was 'under control', they celebrated by going dancing - spinning around the dance-floor; laughing, and when they got home, they tossed their shoes, and danced again!

NO E-MAILS; NO COMPUTERS - POSTMAN DELIVERED THESE LETTERS.

In just a few days, it will mark the 67th anniversary of my Grandma Wilma's passing. Letters like this flowed into Grandpa's home; the mail-man was kept busy - we owe much to the mail service, as I can better see now.

Such kindness; such fluid writing - penmanship was well-taught years ago.

IN BREEZY'S OWN WORDS - SHE'S 83 NOW; A NOTE WITH A PICTURE - SENT 4/1/08

GRANDMA WILMA HOLDS 'BREEZY' - THE BLOND; 'SHORTY' - DARK-HAIRED, AND RICHARD IS BESIDE THEM...

One of my cherished pictures - taken about 1929. Such a beautiful mom - how she loved her children...don't we all.

WITHOUT THIS, THERE'D BE NO 'BREEZY'....

The Marriage License # is 17150 - filed in 1917. Mr. Reese R. Van Vranken and Miss Wilma Estella Rice - Reese is 22; Wilma is 23.

Reese was born in Alamo, Michigan - occupation is farming. Wilma was born in Galesburg; occupation is school teacher.

They were married on October 11, 1917 - witnessed by Reese's sister (Isabel - she lived to be 107 years old); and by Wilma's brother, Ward R. Rice. Reverend C. S. Rislely, Minister performed the ceremony.

One child was born about 3 years after they were married; died at birth. Richard Rice Van Vranken was born in 1923 - November 26; the same month and day that I was born - and my grandson was born in 1991.

OH HOW THEY DANCED....

When mom and dad weren't dancing, it was because my dad was playing his trumpet in the dance-band! Dad played the sweetest trumpet - so like Chris Botti (well-known as of the late 1990's).

Dad played with Larry Rolfe's band - I can't remember their name because dad called them "The Nine Nasty Nose-pickers". I guess Larry and his brother, Stanley would 'pick' their noses - something that really bugged my father. We were given countless lectures as to why one does not pick their nose......

Mom and dad enjoyed dancing at the VFW - they'd have square dances; round dances - what a great time we had when we grew up, and joined them for a few of these great Saturday nights!

I think the only one that has taken to the 'love of dance' with the same gusto, is my sister Nancy - she's the 'next' generation - but the only one who loves to head out each week to find a place to whirl around on that dance-floor (the rest of us chose instruments, and all of us play the piano or guitar).

My brother still entertains people each week - he's as good as Eric Clapton; even has started to 'age' like Clapton .. feature for feature, they look like brothers.

I'm guessing when mom joins dad in heaven, they'll start twirling around together again.

OUR FULTON FARM - DAD & BREEZY - HOW THEY MADE THAT 80 ACRES PRODUCE WITH BOUNTIFUL CROPS!

This is the oldest home in Wakeshma Township - the single story is the first log cabin; re-sided to match the two-story addition that was needed because it's pretty hard to live in about 500 square feet of cabin space, and raise a family.

This drive; 1000 feet of 'walking path' - was what all of us kids walked up each day to the school-bus (and another 1/4 mile down the road to reach the bus pick-up station). Each night after riding over an hour on the bus, we were 'let off', to walk it again - kept our legs strong; our faces rosey from the cold winter winds.

The colors of these photos are peaceful - they remind me of what a farmer once contributed to not only his family, but to this country - the USA. I miss those individual farms; possibly the farmer has an easier way of life now, but I guess I'm still 'wish-ful' thinking that the joy of feeding yourself and sharing the produce with the rest of your neighbors, must have given each farmer and his wife, a great deal of pride.

I love this farm; Breezy says she does too - she tells me of her many happy memories on the farm.

BREEZY'S MOM'S DEATH ANNOUNCEMENT - THE TOUGHEST THING - LOSING A MOM AT AGE 16

When I have more time, I'll type the announcement at the bottom of this blog - as you can see, it was a long obiturary because Grandma Wilma was loved so much, and did so much in her short life of 47 years.

I'm sure my mother will have a similar write-up at the time she leaves this earth; her mom would have been very proud of all that Breezy has done for others in her life of 83 years...still going strong too - cancer might just as well leave mom alone - it's never going to get her.

CORN FROM OUR FULTON FARM - AND THE OLD HOUSE NUMBERS ON THE FENCE-POST

Breezy and Vern moved to Fulton, Michigan in 1952 - the oldest house in Wakeshma Township. The old house was built in 2 parts; the original log cabin was sided - the 'wing' added many years later.

It was known as the Albert Rham farm; prior to that, Dr. Harold Stryker (founder of the Stryker bed) spent his youth on this same farm.

For 25 years, mother and dad made these 80 acres 'produce' - dad installed an old furnace that was in 'many parts' - all had to be reassembled to warm our home.

Mom and dad never had a hot water heater; dad made a 'system' of heating water during the winter, from the heat of the furnace - we were very poor many of those 25 years (I left 8 years after I moved there to be married).

The old home was falling down; wild 'critters' were living in a good part of the structure - mother and dad rebuilt it 100% from old wood they salvaged from older buildings on the farm. Mom was pregnant for my brother; she worked terrific hours, and how she would 'hurt' at the end of the day - her legs swollen; her back aching.

They built this home with love; determination, and little financial resource. This is the house that forever reminds me of what a person can do with will-power and dedication; it is 'my monument'. I will find another picture - the path - the driveway that was 1/5 of a mile long; the winters that dad plowed it to keep it open; the times we tromped through the snows as we walked from the school-bus..........

THE FARM WHERE I LIVED MY FIRST 9 YEARS - THE BURNED BARN WAS REPLACED WITH THIS BARN.

This was one of 3 farms, Grandpa Reese Van Vranken owned - all about 2 or 3 miles from each other.

Mom kept beautiful gardens; 'Breezy' worked long hours to keep the flowers and vegetable gardens beautiful. We had some grapes that grew up the side of a huge old tree next to the vegetable garden.

My dad worked with grandpa for 9 years; they farmed nearly 1,000 acres of land - raised about 350 head of cattle a year - chickens; rabbits, sheep - a few dogs and cats - we were quite a family!

"Breezy" and pop rarely had time off - when they did, they'd head to Florida to visit Great Grandma Grace and Great Grandpa Charles - how we loved those trips way back then!

Here is where I enjoyed my pet rabbits; my dogs (Spot, Happy, and Stubby) - dad would take Spot hunting for Pheasant...each Thanksgiving, we'd have this 'dish' for part of our meal - it certainly was tasty.

Asparagus grew wild on the fence-rows; we ate it 'cheaply' - not expensive like it is in 2008.

Wild black-berries grew for our delight. Mom cultivated Black Raspberries and Red Raspberries as well as Strawberries. We ate well; we had no idea just how well - and mother preserved all of it at the end of the growing season - buying groceries was pretty simple since we raised our own chickens; beef, and pigs to round out our store-house of foods for the winter.

THE MAJOR TRAGEDY IN BREEZY'S LIFE - HER MOM DIED WHEN MOTHER WAS 16 YEARS OLD.

Many letters of condolence like this were received by my grandfather after my Grandmother Wilma died at the age of 47. Grandma Wilma was a gentle soul; a gifted pianist - fortunately for me not only have I been given that same gift - but others in our family.

My own grand-daughter now plays with a beautiful touch - we've all been blessed with Grandma Wilma's love of the piano and music!

OH HOW THEY DANCED - NOT JUST ON THE NIGHT THEY WERE WED....

They were a beautiful couple on the dance-floor. They went dancing shortly after the night they met.

The huge barn fire that took Breezy's father's barn on one of his farms just outside of Climax, Michigan brought many of the resident's to the blaze to see this fire!

Mother was hanging off one of the fences; watching the fire - tears streaming down her face, and my father came over to comfort her. Sparks flew in more than one way - the barn burned, and so did their love - all the years they were married before dad died in May of 1993.

One of their favorite dance-halls was Ramona Park - the area by Long Lake is still a busy place with boaters and picnickers even though the original dance-hall has been torn down. My mother currently lives across that very lake - she can see the place where she and dad danced over 65 years ago.

This picture will keep re-appearing about every 5th post so we keep them 'dancing' to the music as they always loved to do.

BREEZY, HER SISTER 'SHORTY' - AND UNCLE DICK

The top picture is of Breezy; her twin sister (Shorty), and Richard - of course they're flanked by their Grandpa Charles who just loved them all so much.

As you can see in the bottom 2 photos, they are a darling three-some, and these photos were taken at the Van Vranken farm around 1935 - cuties indeed!

AN ASTONISHING WOMAN - GREAT GRANDMOTHER GRACE - '3-G'S' OF GOODNESS!

We just might use this again - and I'll type the actual words she wrote. Great Grandmother wrote this at age 92.5 years. Great Grandmother was going blind; she would 'space' each line by using her finger to write one line ABOVE her finger - the next line, BELOW her finger so no one would realize her eye-sight was fading fast.

In 1906 when she took 2 hired hands and a flat-bed wagon and headed from Climax, Michigan to Orlando, Florida, it took her a bit over 4 months to complete the journey.

Great Grandmother bought orange groves; 2 homes, and started a 'bed and breakfast' because she felt strongly with the advent of the automobile, the people of the north would head to Florida for their winter holidays - and they did.

Of course this was Breezy's grandmother - as mom tells me more about her memories of both Great Grandmother and Great Grandfather, we will add them here.

I've saved all the letters my great grandmother wrote me - her words have filled me with delight as well as encouragement to 'follow' in her foot-steps; to 'go forward' - to move to where your heart takes you, and to extract as much from your journey as well as reaching your goal.

As in all her letters after each child was born, great grandmother closes with: "Kiss the babies for me"....and of course, I always did.

REESE RILEY VAN VRANKEN - BREEZY'S FATHER - THE GREATEST MAN I'VE EVER KNOWN. DIANE

It's hard for me to make this entry because I miss my grandfather more than anything - my memories of him are so many, I could probably build a 'blog' just of those.

As a young man, he listed himself as 'farmer' when he married my Grandma Wilma. The farm they lived on all their lives, was a wedding gift from my Great Grandmother Grace and Great Grandfather Charles Van Vranken. For years the hard work paid off - it was a well-known farm on a state and national level.

As Breezy remembers: "My grandfather Charles would hoe in the garden; he'd pick the string beans - he'd walk the fields in admiration of the crops my dad would bring in each year". "Grandmother Grace would bake in the kitchen helping mom because mother had such a weak heart."

Great Grandpa stood 6'6" tall - his son was about 6'4" - as a child, both loomed over me like tall trees - loving trees with great patience.

This photo was taken so it could be used to publish the announcement of my grandfather winning the Swiftening Company's Centennial award to him as the "Most Outstanding Beef-Breeder in the United States" award. Not only was grandpa active in the cattle industry, but he worked with Ezra Taft Benson (Secretary of Agriculture) on a number of projects for this nation - as it served all farmers.

Grandpa was head of the National Cattlemen's Association for a number of years; head of the Michigan State chapter as well. Grandpa was President of the Republican Party in his county; headed up the Draft Board in WWII - involved with a number of the clubs and groups that served the local community and county so well.

Grandpa was a generous man - he worked in his community to give a hand to the less fortunate, and made certain his hired hands were housed in comfortable homes; given good wages, and was loved by all that knew him.

'WHOOPS' - A BIT COCK-EYED...ANYWAY, BREEZY'S HOME - BUILT IN 1861.

The top picture that's crooked, is of Breezy's home as it looked around 1937. The wind-mill was the source of their electricity (rare to have one that didn't just pump water).

The bottom picture was taken by me in 2003; in 2008, the home was burned since the farm and land were sold for a land-fill some years prior to 2003.

My daughter salvaged those shutters - repainted them; now they hang on her home in Ohio.

This farm was prosperous; it was one of the largest beef-producing farms in the state. Breezy-Marie and her twin sister took grand-champion honors at the state fair; their brother also garnered this honor more than once. When they weren't picking up the top ribbon; they came in second each time as reserve-champions with their Hereford calves.

My memories are many of this place - we'll reuse this picture again as we build this 'blog'...the landmark looks barren now that the home has been destroyed, but at least it 'lives here' - and in all of our memories.

BREEZY'S HUSBAND, VERNON - AS A YOUNG BOY; HIS HOME & SISTERS.

Betty; Donna-Jean, & Vernon - photos taken about 1937. The town is Climax, Michigan - at the bottom of this page there's a link to a bit of the tiny village's history.

This house was owned by Daniel Eldred; it is a historical land-mark. I took this photo in October of 1996 - the house looks very much as it did when it was built; it was owned by a total of 3 families at the time this picture was taken.

The enclosed front porch held a huge variety of African Violets that Grandma Anna (mom to the 3 children) raised and kept so beautiful. Her beauty-shop was at the far end of the house from the porch - she worked in it many many years keeping all the ladies of the town looking lovely.

This was a large farm; 2 acres were devoted entirely to strawberries. Grandma Anna would get up at 3:00 a.m. - work hours in the garden before she took her shower, and headed to the shop to do women's hair. People came from all over to buy her berries - she was generous with the price, and the quality was superior.

Her flower gardens brought people to a virtual halt as they passed by the house and gardens - today, there is little left of all her years of hard work. As with all the Rambow family, when their hard-work and eye for making a home unique and lovely passed after they did, few have come next to keep up with what it takes to cause passers-by to 'stop' and gaze with appreciation.

My cousin has taken beautiful care of Aunt Donna-Jean's home; it thrives - her mom would be very happy to know that her daughter has carried on the tradition.

This entry has taken on more of a 'factual' tone, rather than being 'conversational' - maybe we can use this photo again to create a 'memory' that gives a bit more life to this picture because there are so many in my head, at least.

OH HOW THEY DANCED! IN FACT, THEY WENT DANCING THE NIGHT BEFORE I WAS BORN!

Aunt Betty; Uncle Maynard - Mom, Dad, and 'me' (inside mom), dancing on November 25 - and what a snow storm mom says it was.

They were coming home from the dance; Uncle Maynard had to apply the
brakes, and they slid hard! Mom slipped toward the floor - guess what, the
next day her labor pains started...I ruined her Thanksgiving dinner, but I think
dad did bring her dessert after I popped into the world on 4:40 p.m.

I saw my picture - tons of black hair all over my head; after seeing
these pictures, I guess you can see where I got all that hair! I think my
parents are so handsome together - always were.

We're digging for more photos, but they
didn't have too many taken because it was a lot harder to develop film and what
they did have, were ruined (most of them) some years
ago.

We'll just do the best we
can.............

Diane

'SEE, BRITT - TOLD YOU IF YOU POSTED FIRST, I'D BE 'ON TOP'......'GOTCHA'!!!

Boy, I was glad to find this bunch of pictures of me when I was only one month old! Geez, look at all those crazy hats Grandma Diane put on me - we don't even live where we have snow, and it's hardly ever cold!

I'm driving a car too - growing up tall, and still remembering your
great visit when you came to see us.

I also had a fun time at the reunion in Michigan, and I'm awfully glad you're feeling good again!

We sure miss Cincy, but I think maybe Jessi (you remember our parrot)
might say a few words - parrots live a very long time; just like
humans!

Got to head outside - it's a beautiful day.

I love you too, grandma - everyone does!

Justin.

HI GRANDMA BREEZY! REMEMBER THIS PHOTO OF ME & CINCY WHEN SHE WAS A KITTEN?

I'm driving a car now; working for mom - doing
super! I've grown up a lot taller than I was in this photo - goodness, I think I was only about 5 or 6 in this picture! See how cute
Cincy was as a kitten - you only got to see her all grown up.

Well, since I've got to leave room for others,
I won't take up too much space.

Love you.
Brittany!

A MOM-LETTER DATED JANUARY 19, 2008 (portions)

Dear Daughter: I've been cleaning up all the cancer stuff today. All the insurance that people paid for me.

I am glad I have paid into Blue Cross so many years; it does pay to keep insurance. I can't thank you enough for the information you sent; the money, and all the phone calls - you'll never know how much it has meant to me.

This paper I'm writing on is some you sent me in the year of 1977 when we first moved here. I left all my Iris at the farm as this is a poor place to grow them. They love lots of sun.

The farm was such a special place to me with lots and lots of beautiful memories.

I don't know what I would have done without you kids - I have so many pretty things you have sent me, and I'd have never had them without you because my money has had to go for other things.

I worry about all of you kids with your health - at least you're all paying attention to it and that's good.

All of you kids have helped me so much with this cancer thing, and I'm so grateful to all of you for everything you've done to help.

Love, Mom

A 'MOM-LETTER' DATED 3/28/08

Dear Daughter:

Enjoyed the ABC's - they were done so nice.

We had to practice that every week in the country school.

Got the calendar and the sweet poem; too bad you didn't try to do something with your poems, but I know it takes money for this - too many people don't have that kind of money.

Woke up with snow on everything! The sun came out to make it beautiful! Love my little night-light; it is so pretty at night in the dining area.

Can't wait until it gets warm enough so I can work outside. Got to go in town to get some more bird food; this has been such a hard winter and spring - very hard for the 'little ones'.

Hope we have a nice summer; need to do some canning - things are getting so high-priced here. I want to put in a small garden - must close now, and get to work.

Love, Mom

"OH, HOW THEY DANCED...."

We'll be bringing this photo back up after every 5 entries or so - we need to keep them with the beautiful flowers; the music, and remember how they danced!

'BREEZY', DIANE, AND HANDSOME DAD, VERN!

Hey, a picture is worth 1,000 words - here's "Breezy"; a proud mama - and a dad all of us loved!

JUST A 'SHOUT DOWN' FROM HEAVEN, GRANDMA MARIE!

As you know Grandma, I joined the 'heavenly ranks' a year or so ago. I remember when you used to cuddle me; it was a great life I had with Kevin!

I've been running around with Lady (your dog), since
she also joined Grandpa Vernon about the same time I did - we have great times
together.

I've bumped into Spot - your dog
on the old Climax farm; he's a 'hoot'.

I located Stubby; Diane's dog - Happy - your
dog, and the one Diane had (they get me confused because they both have the
same names).

Let's see, Duke and Baron - well they are 'big
ones' - and loving it up here!

Laddie filled me in on all the things that happened right after you moved to that farm in Fulton you loved so much.

In fact, Laddie even remembers following your tiny son around the yard; the one that plays that great guitar...

Oh yes, I got in touch with your friend, Mike - he's
doing great (misses Jack).
Grandpa Vernon is great; never got to meet him
because he left this world before I did - but, he somehow recognized me, so we've become buddies too.
I've been such a gad-about; found your mom and
dad; your grandparents, and your brother, Richard. Richard & Phyllis are so happy to be with David and Susan - it's just one big happy family where I am right now.

I could tell you a lot more, but I don't want to take up too much space. I sure love that music you've got playing - Kevin used to play lots of great music.

Then when I moved to be with Tom, Sandy, and the rest of their family, I heard even more good music.

So, you gotta know I'm really digging this web-page because it makes me remember what a great life I had with all of the family down 'on earth'.
...Anyway, wanted to say
hello;
signing off for now.

Love, "Cincy".....

MOM, HER TWIN SISTER - AND THEIR HANDSOME BROTHER, RICHARD!

I'll 'kick-off' this 'blog', with a couple entries; it seems this is the first photo' that I can share, so you can see mother; her sister (who is still alive and also a wonderful woman - nick-named 'Shorty').

Uncle Dick (as I called him), and I shared the same 11/26 birthday - this man was just the happiest and most generous person; a productive life, but we lost him about 10 years ago.

They grew up on a large beef-breeding farm outside of Kalamazoo, Michigan.

My grandfather's farm (their dad) was known for breeding the finest of Hereford cattle; sheep - horses, and exceptional crops.

Grandpa was very active in the National Cattlemen's Association and spent many weeks traveling about under the guidance of Secretary of Agriculture, Ezra Taft Benson back in the 1950's.

Great Grandmother Grace, and Great Grandfather Charles bought the farm and lovely home that was built about 1861 outside of Galesburg, Michigan.

The farm and home were kept lovely for so many years - not until around 1997 (over 100 years later), was the farm sold; just this past year it was decided to burn the home after the land had been sold some years ago for a land-fill site.

Mother was diligent (even while recovering from cancer) in over-seeing the distribution of a few remaining items that she could salvage from the home-stead.

Mom wanted to be sure some of the family had a few things that would remain as a fond reminder of the home that meant so much to her.

From shutters that went to my daughter's home; a kerosene lamp that
shone brightly in my grandpa's kitchen (and now glows in my daughter's kitchen), whatever could be taken before the destruction of the home, was carried out.

Nothing was seen as 'not good enough' - nothing was 'too humble'; everything had meaning, and has meaning as we now cherish those few things in our homes today.

I'll wait until others have added some of their thoughts, before I get 'too wordy' - it's just I'm excited that we can make this a loving project so it will ever remain and be kept current, by those that survive all of us.

So, here's my first contribution - it won't be my last.

Diane