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Wednesday, 26 August 2009

  • Champion for the Lord

    Friends of many, Barry Champion and his dear wife Mary worked together with various Christian publishers through the years assisting in the publication of hundreds of Christ-centered publications. They cheerfully devoted their talents to the Lord for only small salaries in return. Just recently as they were preparing to transfer to a new position in another state tragedy struck suddenly. Friday, August 21, 2009, Barry died.
     
    Services will be held on Thursday the 27th at 11 am at the Ithaca Seventh-day Adventist Church, 935 N Pine River St, Ithaca, Michigan. Dr. Colin Standish will be speaking as well as a long-time friend Pastor Stramel, who also performed their wedding ceremony 21 years ago September 30. Mary says, “Barry made all our anniversaries special. That will be a hard day for me.”
     
    There will be no public viewing. “As husband and wife with things we’ve shared, I am honoring Barry’s wishes for his own funeral,” says Mary. A former co-worker recounts, “I know Barry and Mary were really close. That was one thing that impressed me the most about them.”
     
    Letters of condolences and love gifts can be sent in care of New Life Mission Community Services, PO Box 340, Okeene, OK 73763. Paypal credit-card donations as well as email messages to the family can be sent to paypal@newlifemission1986.org. Donations are tax-deductible in the US.
     
    The family appreciates your prayers and support during this difficult time.
     
    Directions to the funeral service: 127 North to Ithaca Business 27 exit. Follow through town to the stoplight (Pine River Street). Turn north and go 1 mile. The church is on the West side of the road.

Saturday, 30 May 2009

  • Some Sabbath Mornings are Like That

    I woke before the little ones for once shortly after 7 am with time to say my prayers and dress. Then Wiggles woke cooing happily so I sat him in his wheelie-chair (stroller; we recently put away the swing and use the mini-stroller instead which he much prefers since RCR can push him around and change the scenery more often). Then Roberta woke and I set her on the potty while I got her clothes together. As soon as she was ready for the day, I sat on the couch to feed wiggles. Roberta played happily for two minutes then came over to sit in the stroller with a meditative look on her face. As soon as she climbed onto the couch beside me, I smelled something suspicious.

    I set GCE back in the stroller and took Roberta to the bathroom to clean her up. While she sat on her potty to finish, I proceeded to rinse the cloth diaper, liner, and cover. I usually hold it over the toilet and spray the gunk off with the shower head that is on a flexible hose. I made the mistake of grabbing the shower head first and leave only one hand free to extricate the liner from the diaper without spilling anything. In the process the shower head slipped out of my hand, upside down in the toilet, spraying water (and who-knows-what-else) all over the bathroom. I dropped the gunky-filled diaper into the tub and rescued the shower head.

    Everything back under control I rinsed the diaper then proceeded to clean the bathroom. I wiped down the toilet, mirror, and floors and hoped the dripping ceiling and walls could wait until tomorrow, or at least until after breakfast. Oh yes, must at least disinfect the shower head even if I can’t take time to boil it yet!

    Meanwhile the phone is ringing and the email beeping and Mom is leaving messages everywhere wondering why I don’t answer. I praised RCR for piddling in the potty and put her all back together again. Wiggles screaming intensifies since his breakfast was so rudely interrupted.

    Finally I could sit on the couch to finish feeding him. RCR got Snowbear and sat in the stroller in front of me to feed him. LOL. That lasted only a couple heavenly minutes before she flopped down on the floor and pretended to throw a temper tantrum. I know that means she is asking for a diaper change. (Why she does this instead of signing “potty” which I KNOW she knows how to do is beyond me.) I set Wiggles in the stroller to get his burps out. Sure enough, RCR had wet her pants. I had just finished changing her and putting Wiggles in the jumper when GR walked in the door from morning chores. Seeing the bare table he queried, “Aren’t you making breakfast?” “Ummm, yes dear. As soon as I CAN!”

Friday, 13 February 2009

  • OATBURGERS

    Boil lightly:
    6 cups water
    2½ T Herbamare (seasoned salt with no MSG; available at health food stores)
    ¼ cup extra virgin olive oil
    1 large onion, diced (If you don't like onions, may use 1/2 tablespoon onion powder instead)

    Add:
    5 cups rolled oats

    Cook 5 minutes stirring occasionally. Then add:
    2 cups grated potato (left-over baked or steamed is best)
    1 cup pecan meal
    ¼ cup brewer’s yeast flakes
    2 cups soft, fine bread crumbs

    Mix well. Remove from stove. Mash into a wide-mouth jar lid and ring to form uniform patties. Drop onto skillet and fry on both sides until nicely browned. Freezes well in a Tupperware container.
    Can layer in a casserole dish with tomato soup and sautéed onions and bake at 350° until bubbly. Your company will never guess they are vegetarian.
    Yield: About 22 large patties.

    Many thanks to Janet Evert for adapting this version of Josephine Cunnington Edwards' original recipe (if my memory serves me correctly!)

Thursday, 12 February 2009

  • Grandma's House


    Four generations--Eugenia, Rodney Eugene, Perry Eugene, Conrad Eugene (?)

    I made the mistake of entering all the info as photo captions and don't know how to import it here. So you'll have to go look at the photo album I uploaded for details and more memories.




    Thankfully the house was still pretty-much intact when we all attended the Heinrich reunion last summer. The relatives got to stay there and we all gathered there as usual to visit on Friday night. It was so nice that everything was like it always had been. It just seemed that Grandma wasn't gone. When someone asked where we were going to gather after Grandma's house got sold, my Dad said we would all have to go wherever this table goes. That would be Aunt Phyl's house. That will be nice, but it just won't be the same. :(

    I wonder if those who cleaned out Grandma's house could produce a detailed record of who inherited what items. I would sure like a copy.
  • My Favorite Grandmother

    1)      Eugenia Esther Weis Heinrich was an only child.

    2)      Her mother died when she was 8 years old. The few memories she shared of her mother weren’t terribly positive.

    3)      She rarely talked of her dad, probably because she then lived with relatives while he traveled the country looking for work.

    4)      She became very independent and basically made all her own decisions from then on. Being so self-sufficient was a valuable characteristic in her life.

    5)      She was the BEST COOK, hostess and household manager. Unfortunately I was too much of a fool to make use of the many opportunities I could have learned from her.

    6)      I must have thought Grandma was immortal when I was a kid, or I might have been more motivated to learn before she wasn’t around to teach me any more.

    7)      Grandma could tell some REAL mother-in-law stories. Fortunately she could look back on them and laugh, although it was a real trial at the time.

    8)      Grandma’s birthday was December 14, six months before Grandpa’s. Grandpa loved to tease her by telling people his age and then how old Grandma would be NEXT year, which made it sound like she had robbed the cradle.

    9)      In a sense Grandma did rob the cradle since Grandpa was the youngest, favored, and spoiled child of his mother. He never grew out of some of those “spoiled child” habits. Grandma had to do everything for him. He worked hard outside but when he came in the house he had to be waited on hand and foot.

    10)  Grandma was always a sickly person with her asthma and allergies and a host of other ailments. Grandpa used to really rub that in since he was never sick.

    11)  Grandpa died of cancer at the age of 59. Grandma lived another 32 years.

    12)  Grandma was so independent and self-sufficient she never showed the least interest in re-marrying.

    13)  She always preferred to live on her own than with someone else. I’m glad she got that privilege until the last three years or so.

    14)  She loved to garden and always had the most gorgeous flowers. The bushes and trees she planted bloom on in her memory. I hope that the people that bought her house take good care of them.

    15)  She loved to read which helped her pass much time alone. She was really disappointed when she lost her eyesight to molecular degeneration.

    16)  When she was young she declared she was NOT going to be an Adventist.

    17)  She spoke nothing but German until she had to go to school in English. It was real difficult when she couldn’t understand anything that was going on. At least some of the others spoke German as well.

    18)  She did her best to forget her German, not using it again until she and Grandpa made a trip to Europe.

    19)  Church was in German when she was young which very much contributed to #13.

    20)  She was most offended by the stuck-up attitude of Germans who refused to adapt to the US English culture. (Reason for #13 and 15)

    21)  After high school she worked as a nanny and cook for different families in the City. She attended the OKC Central SDA church which had lots of things going for youth—in English! She enjoyed the classes where they went through the doctrines of the SDA church so much that she decided Adventism made sense after all.

    22)  From that time on she never missed church except for extreme circumstances, and always studied her Sabbath School lesson every day.

    23)  Whenever we visited she never failed to have morning and evening worship with us.

    24)  Grandma enjoyed traveling with her kids or to see her kids anywhere in the country.

    25)  Grandma insisted she didn’t know anything about raising children, but she did a good job with her own four as well as seven grandchildren.

    26)  Grandma always remembered her children and grandchildren’s birthdays. Even when she could no longer write, she had my mom send the cards. I miss those.

    27)  I am thankful I realized before it was too late that Grandma wasn’t immortal and recorded her telling her life story and many other stories on tape. I love listening to her voice again.

    28)  I am thankful for the treasures I inherited from her and sooooo wish her flour bin could talk. At least the cuckoo clock that she bought in Europe will talk—once I find someone to repair it. Too bad it will only say “cuckoo” and not tell all the stories of the things it saw and heard while it hung in her living room for 30-some years.