Gretchen Louise

Going Home

A week ago yesterday, two men named Richard went Home to Heaven.Richard “Everett” was 86, and went Home after a long bout with Parkinson’s. Uncle Dick was only 56, when a wreck on the drive home from work took him Home forever. When Everett could still come to church, I remember going over to ask…

Mail on Tuesday

My man and I have the postal delivery times down to a science. If I mail a letter today, he will get it day after tomorrow. If I mail a letter on a Friday, he will get it Monday. If I mail a letter before the noon pickup on Saturday, it will arrive at his…

Blue Christmas

Ever notice how all the Christmas songs are love songs? My man pointed that out to me on the phone last night. The thing about the holidays is that they are traditionally spent with loved ones. And so whether you have no one “special,” or your “special someone” is miles away, you still feel lonely….

Photographing your life

While knitting this afternoon I read How to Photograph Your Life by Nick Kelsh. Anyone who owns a camera needs to read this book.Great photography is really built on such basic concepts. Anyone can learn the principles of spectacular photography, but almost everyone tends to neglect them. I’m really enjoying the easy to remember concepts…

September 30, 1996

Was it just nine years ago today, when the memories of us began? There we were, at Yellowstone National Park, waiting what seemed like forever for Riverside Geyser. Then, we saw him–or rather, his family. And my mom dared to ask that fateful question of complete strangers: “Are you homeschoolers?”As the geyser burst forth in…

Promoted to Heaven

I had never watched a soldier fold a flag and hand it to a friend of my mother’s. I had never witnessed a 21-gun salute that moved me to tears. I had never heard Taps played for someone I knew. Until last Friday. Our friend Robert was promoted two weeks ago. Promoted from marching at…

Shocking!

I love Hallmark stores. The sea of cards, with the perfect one for the occasion hidden there somewhere, just waiting for me to find it. The beautiful journals and stationery in every style. The gorgeous frames I drool over (and that one time I talked them down to an excellent deal on a shelf/frame that…

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