Rebecca's Hearth and Home...a place where one woman shares all that is nearest and dearest to her heart...her home, her family, life on the tallgrass prairie, and her love for her Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
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Monday, February 28, 2022
Menu Plan For The Week Of February 28 Thru March 6, 2022
Monday, February 21, 2022
Master To-Do List and Menu Plan Monday - February 21, 2022
Getting Ready For Gardening Season
Thursday, February 17, 2022
Getting Ready For Gardening Season
Tuesday, February 15, 2022
Around The Yard This Afternoon
What signs of spring are you witnessing in your area?
Monday, February 14, 2022
Master To-Do List and Menu Plan Monday - February 14, 2022
My week and weekend here were productive. In the process of cleaning, sorting, and organizing I have gotten rid of a ton of stuff. I filled two trash bins full of trash and donated, literally, a carload of stuff to a local thrift store. Some stuff I've sorted out to pass on to other people that might want it and the rest I am still trying to figure out what to do with. Some of it I will keep; some of it I won't. Unwanted books will be donated to the local library.
Well, I'm heading to work shortly, so I better get started. Let's get on with this week's post, shall we?
Wednesday, February 9, 2022
Taking An Afternoon Break
It's always been a race to see which would come first...my mother's birthday or the harbinger of spring...the first bloom of the little purple crocus. Mom's birthday won out this year (it was yesterday), but the blooming of the first crocus was hot on its heels, following just hours behind. It made me quite happy to see it!
Tuesday, February 8, 2022
Celebrating My Mother's "29th" Birthday
I can remember doing some pretty outlandish things over the years in order to celebrate a day that I think meant more to me than it did to her. The one that sticks out the most to me today was my mother's 27th birthday. For heaven's sake! 27 was only three years away from 30 and, in my young mind, turning 30 must have been a devastating thing! It meant somehow passing from youth and vitality into old age oblivion overnight! (Now I have a children who have long crossed that threshold from youth into "old age", and oh! How I long to be there again myself! The 30-somethings were actually some of the best years of my life!)
Anyway, in order to help my mother jump this hurdle and somehow make it easier on her, in my 7-year-old mind I had to find some spectacular way to mark it's passage! Never being one to shy away from talking about my feeling when my passions run high, I went to the only person that I felt could help...my second-grade schoolteacher! She was old (much older than my mother)! She would understand! And she did!
My wonderful, old teacher asked me kindly, "What's something that your mother would really like?" That was easy! My mother loved birds! That wonderful old teacher (if I remember correctly her name was Mrs. Strubbar), called a halt to our regular class activities that day and for an impromptu art project had everyone in the class make "Mrs. Brown" a bird for her birthday! I got to take the packet home with me that night and present it to my mother in honor of her birthday upon arrival...along with a solemn promise that "no matter how old she got" in my mind I'd never let her get past the age of 29!
That 53-year-old packet of bird cut-outs and drawings still lay in the bottom of my mother's trunk and those precious memories of that wonderful old teacher and a room full of classmates working together to make my mother's birthday special still remains fresh in my heart and mind.
Here's to you, Mom! Happy 29th (81st) Birthday! I love and miss you, but we will all be together again soon!