Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Still learning at my age!

The other night Jeff and I watched a special on BYU TV about Joan of Arc!
What an amazing story, some times I wish I hadn't miss so many of the stories of History in school. But I did, most of my time in school was just trying to survive, it was just too hard for me to concentrate.
As I listen and watch Historical specials on TV, I realize that there were a lot of amazing people that I missed in my childhood.
So glad that at least I am learning so much now!!!!
Guess you are never too old to learn!
Would love to have the chance in the next life to meet this Joan of Arc, what a brave, obedient and amazing young women.

You can watch it HERE:


"There are some things worse than death. There are some things worse than dying young. These are, to live without courage and conviction."
Joan of Arc’s incredible story starts with her humble beginnings as a farm girl. Within a few short years, she would become an inspiring military leader. In a time when France was in disarray and women did not fight, Joan followed the voices of angels and dedicated herself to her mission. Joan's strong commitment to her faith seamlessly translated into loyalty for her cause - something her country needed, but others feared.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Their Story

Our son Brad, daughter in law Krystal and grandson Kai were highlighted in a magazine called Woven, here is their focus...
Woven Magazine exists to celebrate artists, craftsmen, and makers alike to share their stories of fear and triumph, risk and return.

What a wonderful article about some of our favorite people. Reading this was a proud moment for us!
Here are a few sneak previews of the photos. You can read the article HERE:





Like Father Like Son!

Monday, June 23, 2014

Family Tree

Today in church I taught the children the importance of Family History. I gave them an example of how fun it is to learn about someone in your family tree. I started with my own. I but pictures of mine on there and let them point to a certain one, and then I would tell them a story or information about it. I love stories, I remember stories better than anything else.
It was fun, and when I pointed to Jeff and I's wedding picture and asked this 4 year old if they knew who it was...she said " NO"! :)
Working with children can be rough on your self esteem at times! They are very honest! :) But I sure love them! They teach me soooo much more than I ever teach them!
They probably left knowing more about me than they ever wanted to know! But they left sure excited to read off the questions I gave them to interview their family members.
How grateful I am to remember my ancestors, to have such an amazing family and to know that Families Can Be Forever! 
Good night dear friends!


Quotes: "People are hungry for stories. It's part of our very being. Storytelling is a form of history, of immortality too. It goes from one gerneation to another." Studs Terkel #quotes #genealogy




Thursday, January 12, 2012

Quilts connect you with people!

I just read this article about stories of people, and their quilts. I loved it and have to agree, quilts do connect people.
Today was my first day back teaching at the Quilt Shop, since Dec 9th. That is well over a month, but it was important for me to take that time off and away. There was Christmas to prepare for and enjoy with my family, we had our last two kids to help get packed up and sent off to college and a trip to see family and friends. It was a great break and well needed but…I really missed the shop, my class and QUILTING!

As I saw my class fill up today, I realized this class has become so much more to me than just a few ladies coming every month to do a quilt project, these women have become my friends…good friends and I felt so blessed to be able to feel that way. Each one is different and unique. Each one has there own story to tell about life and how and why they started quilting. Each one has their own battles that they are fighting but some how, I think the connection they we all  have with each other, helps in some way. And not in just some little way… but in a very big way!  At least I know it has in my life.

How fun and important these classes have become to me, I feel blessed to be there. So thank you for each one of you, that takes the time out of your busy day, to come to my Demo classes. I hope they mean as much to you, as they do to me? It has been wonderful, and to think… just about 10 years ago, I thought there is no way I would ever be able to really quilt.  Oh what I would have been missing, or I should say WHO I would have been missing? Smile

Good night dear friends!

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The Story of Quilts

http://www.etsy.com/blog/en/2007/the-story-of-quilts/

As a history buff, my initial attraction to the craft of quilting was its history. Quilts have a rich past that has embedded itself into American history. As I learned more about it, the more I realized how deeply quilts have also embedded themselves into our personal histories as well.

For women in America, quilting began at least as early as 1750 as an opportunity for them to channel their creativity. Quilting was considered an important skill for women. Young girls were given quilting projects to help teach them to sew, such as creating small quilts for their dolls. The American Girl’s Book from 1831 recommended quilt making for girls, noting that "little girls often find amusement in making patchwork quilts for the beds of their dolls."

Quilting is a unique craft that can allow many people to work on a quilt at the same time, and many women found companionship in quilting with friends and relatives. These social Quilting Bees were opportunities for women to discuss everything from recipes, to child-rearing, to politics.

The quilts themselves became significant symbols. Quilters in the 19th century regularly created quilts as political statements, using them as raffle prizes to support various causes such as abolition, temperance and during the Civil War. Quilts were one way that women of the 19th century were given a voice in their contemporary world.

And, of course, quilts became precious family heirlooms. Quilts were traditionally made and used to mark life’s most significant experiences. Baby quilts were given to new mothers and larger quilts were given to couples when they were married, often with symbolic block patterns like a Lover’s Knot or Double Wedding Ring.

When a family relocated to a new home, friends and family members would often make a quilt as a parting gift. These friendship or album quilts, made by a group for a departing friend, were especially popular during the 1840s when there was a great surge of population moving to the western United States. The recipient of these quilts could leave with a symbolic, tangible reminder of the loved ones left behind…loved ones they probably never saw again. Margaret Seebold of Pennsylvania said, "Quilts make you think a little of the person who made it or whose dresses were in there. Maybe you don’t think of them any other time except when you see that quilt."

“Friendships are sewn...one stitch at a time.”

“Our lives are like quilts - bits and pieces, joy and sorrow, stitched with love.”

“Friends are like fabric - you can never have enough!”

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

December 1st 2010

Since you know how much I love Christmas and stories, I have decided to share with you a Christmas story or part of a story from a Christmas book, every day in December. Now the book I just read was called THE SHEPHERD'S SONG by Larry Brakdull. It was a very emotional book, but one that I definitely could relate to. When I found this story below, it perfect to explain this book. In this story that I found on inspireme.net was about how everything that happens to us is A GIFT, the same principle is used in this Christmas Book. It isn't very long, but it is oh so moving and touching. I loved it! Go and read it for yourself, and start the Holiday Season off right!

THE GIFT

His parents acquired the washer when John Claypool was a small boy. It happened during World War II.

His family owned no washing machine and, since gasoline was rationed, they could ill afford trips to the laundry several miles away. Keeping clothes clean became a problem for young John's household.

A family friend was drafted into the service, and his wife prepared to go with him. John's family offered to store their furniture while they were away. To the family's surprise, the friends suggested they use their Bendix while they were gone. "It would be better for it to be running, " they said, "than sitting up rusting." So this is how they acquired the washer.

Young John helped with the washing, and across the years he developed an affection for the old, green Bendix. But eventually the war ended. Their friends returned. In the meantime he had forgotten how the machine came to be in their basement in the first place. When the friends came to take it away, John grew terribly upset -- and said so!

His mother, wise as she was, sat him down and said, "Wait a minute, Son. You must remember, that machine never belonged to us in the first place. That we ever got to use it at all was a gift. So, instead of being mad at it being taken away, let's use this occasion to be grateful that we had it at all."

The lesson proved invaluable. Years later, John watched his eight-year-old daughter die a slow and painful death of leukemia. Though he struggled for months with her death, John could not begin healing from the loss until he remembered the old Bendix.

"I am here to testify," he said, "that this is the only way down the mountain of loss...when I remember that Laura Lou was a gift, pure and simple, something I neither earned nor deserved nor had a right to. And when I remember that the appropriate response to a gift, even when it is taken away, is gratitude, then I am better able to try and thank God that I was ever given her in the first place."

His daughter was a gift. When he realized that simple fact, everything changed. He could now begin healing from the tragedy of her loss by focusing instead on the wonder of her life. He started to see Laura Lou as a marvelous gift that he was fortunate enough to share for a time. He felt grateful. He found strength and healing. He knew he could get through the valley of loss.

We all experience loss -- loss of people, loss of jobs, loss of relationships, loss of independence, loss of esteem, loss of things. When what you held dear can be viewed as a gift, a wonder that you had it at all, the memory can eventually become one more of gratitude than tragedy. And you will find the healing you need.

"Pain is inevitable.  Suffering is optional."  ~M. Kathleen Casey

"A bend in the road is not the end of the road... unless you fail to make the turn."  ~Author Unknown

"If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn't lead anywhere."  ~Frank A. Clark

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

There are many angels among us

Today I was a bit discouraged to say the least. I am struggling with cold symptoms AGAIN and my breathing is labored AGAIN. It is interesting to me, that when I can't get any air like today, my whole body is so tired and weak that I literally have to force myself to get dressed, eat or do almost anything. Jeff and my granddaughter came down with bad colds on Monday night. I didn't get as sick as they did but, I could definitely tell that I was re-exposed to something. I went to PT yesterday because I need to get my knees back in shape. I haven't done anything physical for almost a month because of my  pneumonia. Physical Therapy was a grueling to say the least!I kept telling myself to just push THROUGH THE WALL and keep going ( I do realize that doing that actually isn't a good idea ). I kept telling myself that I will not be sick again. I haven't even been well full week yet. But I realized by last night when I was up and down coughing so much, that I was in trouble again. So today was one of those BIGGER THAN ME days. I kept asking myself "will my immune system ever be strong again?" How much more of life will I have to miss?  Jeff is really sick and so I am trying to keep my complaining and whining to myself, poor guy...he doesn't need to hear that his wife is sick yet AGAIN!

So I did a lot of reading today, that doesn't take too much energy. I read a story from the book A 2nd Helping of CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL, the story was by a woman named  Dottie Walters and it was called Angels Never Say "Hello!" here is the link if you want to read it.

http://www.aboutonehandtyping.com/storiesfolder/angels.html

I loved this story for a couple of reasons, one is that I do believe there are many angels among us. My worry is that we are so busy, rushed or worried that we miss them. Another thing that touched me about this story... is Dottie was talking about something her grandmother had taught her, that stayed with her all her life. I too learned many lessons from my grandmother and now that I am a grandmother, I realized the importance of my role in my grandchildren's lives. The story is about her grandmother, herself and her daughter. As I looked up more about the author and the daughter, I was amazed (but not surprised) that she too was an incredible lady and has gone on to be an inspiration to many. What a neat legacy each of them has received and now passed down from generation to generation.

I wanted to share with you their story because it was so inspirational and yet again, someone else's story gave me the boost that I needed to get up and stop feeling sorry for myself. I hope that you read more about Dottie and her daughter Lilly, two more real live angels who are making a difference!

This is the quote that was written at the beginning of the Chicken Soup for the Soul book, how appropriate.

"The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other's memory. This is how people care for themselves."               ~ Barry Lopez

I love stories, maybe because I love to read about other's lives and their experiences. I love the parables in the scriptures too because they, like any other stories ...tend to be simple and very profound. So if you have a minute, read this sweet one that gave me the shot in the arm that I needed today!

Live your life from your heart. Share from your heart. And your story will touch and heal people's souls.”             ~ Melody Beattie