Blue Christmas was first recorded in 1948- 68 years ago. It was written by written by Billy Hayes and Jay W. Johnson. It has been recorded by numerous artists, probably most famously by Elvis Presley who first recorded it in 1957 and released in 1964. I found very few Christian artists doing this song? I added a few photos of friends/family who I miss this time of year and have gone on. There are many more friends/family who are stored in my heart but did not have a photo handy to share. I always look forward to Christmas letters back, sadly some of those have stopped as well. I hope you have a Merry Christmas and I owe a lot to those who have gone on but left an example for me. For you who have fresh grief this Christmas, I understand. It is ok to Grieve- it shows you loved that person. So with only 30 days till Christmas- I turned on the lights today and I am ready to celebrate Christmas. We normally send out Christmas cards on December 7th each year- just 14 days from now.
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Our first Snow is forecast for Wenatchee, the Saturday after Thanksgiving- one week from today. This a parody song of "Frozen" called Let it Snow with a few photos to show you what a typical day last winter was like, since I cannot bring you to work with me. (I think most people are afraid to ride with me- including my bosses) This winter I will be working days (5am-3:30PM) in Wenatchee- hopefully with lots of snow to plow.
My husband and I purchased an old home in Northern New York State from two elderly sisters.Winter was fast approaching and the years first snow came early and I was concerned about the house's lack of insulation.
"If they could live here all those years, so can we!" my husband confidently declared.
One November night the temperature plunged to below zero, and we woke up to find interior walls covered with frost.
My husband called the sisters to ask how they had kept the house warm. After a rather brief conversation, he hung up.
"For the past 30 years," he muttered, "they've gone to Florida for the winter."
A blonde driving a car became lost in a snowstorm.She didn't panic however, because she remembered what her dad had once told her. "If you ever get stuck in a snowstorm, just wait for a snow plow to come by and follow it."
Sure enough, pretty soon a snow plow came by, and she started to follow it.
She followed the plow for about forty-five minutes.
Finally the driver of the truck got out and asked her what she was doing.
And she explained that her dad had told her if she ever got stuck in a snow storm, to follow a plow.
The driver nodded and said, "Well, I'm done with the Wal-Mart parking lot, do you want to follow me over to Best Buy now?"
The Indians asked their Chief in Autumn if the Winter was going to be cold or not.Not really knowing an answer, the chief replies that the Winter was going to be cold with lots of snow and that the members of the village were to collect wood to be prepared.
Being a good leader, he then went to the next phone booth and called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is this winter to be cold?"
The man on the phone responded, "This Winter is going to be quite cold indeed."
So the Chief went back to speed up his people to collect even more wood to be prepared. A week later he called the National Weather Service again, "Is it going to be a very cold winter?"
"Yes", the man replied, "it's going to be a very cold Winter."
So the Chief goes back to his people and orders them to go and find every scrap of wood they can find. Two weeks later he calls the National Weather Service again: "Are you absolutely sure that the
Winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely," the man replies, "the Indians are collecting wood like crazy!"
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Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Happy All Saints Day. All Saints' Day goes back to the fourth century when the Greek Christians kept a festival on the first Sunday after Pentecost (in late May or early June) in honor of all martyrs and saints. Other sources say that a commemoration of “All Martyrs” began to be celebrated as early as 270 CE, but no specific month or date is recorded. Pope Gregory IV made All Saints' Day an authorized holiday in 837 CE. It is speculated that the chosen date for the event, November 1, may have been an attempt to supplant pagan festivals that occurred around the same time. Whether you celebrate it or not- I want to pay honor to those who have died for their faith, and for those who influenced my life by the way they finished their run here on earth. I can name many who have impacted my life- and many I have not met yet- but look forward to that reunion day in Heaven.
We started attending Wenatchee First Assembly the Sunday night after Christmas, in 1987. Pastor Jerry Beebe, Larry Henke, and Bill Hartman stand out as welcoming us, but actually so many welcomed us, and many have been patient and forgiving with me over the years. Many I cannot thank today, as they have gone home- I miss them so much. Others have moved away. I made this video probably 10 years ago- it may be outdated music to many, but is one of my first videos on youtube.com or vimeo.com.. I added a few photos to the music of Gaither Vocal Band Called "Home", to honor so many who have gone "Home" already. Many have gone home since making this video, I look forward to Home and so many of my friends who I miss. I owe so much to ones who paved the way for me, who helped build our church, taught my children, and many; who set an example on how to live and die. They say you never get over loosing a loved one- perhaps this song will remind you the day when the graves will give up their dead and we will meet Jesus in the Air, and we will at last be "Home". I still believe he could come at any time, like a thief in the night.
When we die we leave behind us all we have, and take with us all we are
I am standing on the seashore. A ship spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and; starts for the ocean. I stand watching her until he fades on the horizon, and; someone at my side says, "he is gone." Gone where? The loss of sight is in me, not in him. Just at the moment when someone says, "he is gone," there are others who are watching him coming. Other voices take up the glad shout, "Here he comes," and; that is dying.--Henry Scott Holland
When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.