Did you know...that white potatoes come from Peru, not Ireland. The Incas planted them in the Andes. On the border with Boliva--even today--potatoes are freeze dried and trampled to wear away the peel and produce a kind of mash.Did you realize...that fifty years ago housewives stayed home and the milk and produce man came to them!
Have you heard...that someday, there will be a one-woman shop selling baked goods behind a candy counter where penny candy will make its come back.
Had you heard...that Charles Dickens died in the middle of his final book--a murder-mystery called Edwin Drood. Authors have been picking up the story and trying their hand at an ending ever since.
Did you know...that the last scene in the Prince Caspian movie was filmed in Slovenia.
Did you know...that the folded over lace-up back of a dress bodice is called a placket.
These are the things we five talk about as we share our space and time and meals together. And later, when the self-inflicted expectations threaten to overwhelm me, I stop and take a good hard stare at these little girls and remind myself that the people before me are not yet who they will be, but are rather--just someone they are passing through. They are to be relished.
Have you paused to take stock of what God has given you today? What are you and yours talking about?
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Did you know that, here in England, the milk still comes to you, delivered early in the morning and waiting in glass bottles on the doorstep? And that the "fish man" still comes round in his van to sell you fish? And that you can order a box of vegetables in season to be delivered to your door every week? It is such a lovely surprise to see what is in it!
I just thought your family may like to know some things still go on in different places in the world! And it is lovely to see you posting again!
Great post. Thanks for the reminder. Great to see you back!
Tonight, we discussed the fact that my high schooler's human geography textbook says that the god of Islam is the same God of Christianity. In fact we searched the book, including the index, and the word ALLAH was nowhere to be found.
THAT made for an interesting discussion, as I'm sure you can imagine!
No KIDDING, Linds! Wow! That's the life.
Thanks, Sue. I feel a little creaky. ;)
Terry...you hear about such things, but you're telling me it's really TRUE?!
So, are you out at a Mexican food restaurant? Because that's what it looks like and that is my favorite. :)
Oh, but dinner conversations. Having a mature 5 year old and funny-guy almost three year old, conversations at our table are very interesting. :)
Great post, GB. Good to "see" you again. :)
And this? "And later, when the self-inflicted expectations threaten to overwhelm me, I stop and take a good hard stare at these little girls and remind myself that the people before me are not yet who they will be, but are rather--just someone they are passing through. They are to be relished."
Wisdom I want to hang onto. Because most of my expectations are self-inflicted and my kids are just passing through... way too fast. I need to remember moment-by-moment to relish it all.
Actually, Karly...it's a German deli that makes rootbeer fresh daily! It's downtown where we locals don't go--so definitely a treat.
A very poetic return!! So glad to read your mind again. ;-)
It is good to see you back again, with a lovely post as usual. What wonderful dinnertime conversation. I hate to admit it, but we have officially become "old" and the two of us often try to guess the puzzle as Vanna turns the letters while we eat. Pathetic, eh??
Sadly, GB it is true.
You guys are so interesting. I am a little embarrassed to admit that our topics usually are not quite so wonderful. But I guess talking together is the best thing, no matter the subject. I am so glad you are back!!
I so enjoyed your blog. Yep, yep, and yep on all the entries I was able to read in the few minutes I have before church.
Thanks for sharing!
Ooh, welcome back! Missed you. Our conversations have been about chocolate and sprouts and waffles. I'll be writing about where we've been conversing in the next few days.
Oh, and? I ate some potato chips made from "real, blue potatoes" on the plane last week. As I told my kids, it was just hard to get past the purple-y/blue-y tinge, as that is what I generally cut OUT when cooking potatoes.
And, anyway I like the white ones better. I'm so boring--I tend to like salt and fat on my potato chips!
This was a timely reminder. I was trying to gain a little perspective today, and this really helped :) Thank you.
(you can order milk to be delivered up here in Canada, too!)
Beautiful post. The blurry photo emphasizes the transient state of your family and of life. You're deep.
Welcome back!
I saw a show on Travel Channel about the potatoes in Bolivia. They did dry and mash them with their feet. Very interesting and not so appetizing. :>)
I love that line, that our children are "just someone they are passing through". Someone to be loved, cherished, and nurtured.
Isn't it wonderful that as believers, we too are like our children? Jesus is continually changing and growing us and we are not who we will be, even next year.
Just like Aslan...further up and further in....
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