Markland News 11-21-13


Hey friends, hope you didn’t blow away in Sunday’s storm; I had my usual ‘storm’ company, grandson Michael and Jessie Martin with the boys Elijah, Weston, and Landon. Weston kept his nose pressed to the windows watching to see if we needed to run to the basement; maybe he will grow up to be a meteorologist (Weston is four – plenty of time to make up his mind.) They finally settled down enough to watch a movie (“Wild America” – one with lots of animals in it); the boys like anything with animals in it, especially scary ones.

This morning the sun is shinning and all is well out here on the Pike but lots of folks had very serious problems with that storm; tornados and high straight-line winds caused death and destruction, mostly north and west of us. Keep those folks in your prayers. The weather, all around the world, seems to be escalating in intensity.

The kids next door who go to church with me, (Brooklyn, Miley, Makenzie, Masin, and Emma – Cyndi or Debbie, loan me a van so we can all get there) saw the water in the creek as we were going down the Pike, and wanted to know where it was all going. After explaining that it all ran down to the Ohio River and then down to the Gulf of Mexico, the story of Noah and the Ark came up. Naturally Emma was immediately afraid we were all going to drown (Emma is scared of lots of things); after reassuring Emma, we sang songs the rest of the way to church.

Last Monday, Wilma and I went to Madison for some shopping; we had lunch at Hinkles, one of our very favorite places to eat and enjoyed the day. Tuesday, Rita Jones (Wilma’s daughter) took her to the hospital due to intense pain; after an MRI, the diagnosis of ‘inflammatory arthritis’ was confirmed. This is a very painful disease, as many of you know, and there is not much you can do about it. Wilma stayed over at Rita and John’s for a couple of days and then came home.

Friday morning, Wilma called and said this was something she was just going to have to learn to live with and she didn’t intend to spend the rest of her life staying home. Did I want to go to Vevay with her? Sure, so we went to Vevay.

Ran into Linda Scott (not literally of course) at the library. Linda has been in the hospital and is still under a doctor’s care but it didn’t stop her from smiling. I have never seen Linda when she didn’t greet me with a big, beautiful smile. She said she was doing pretty well and that I should get busy and write another column. Here you go Linda.

At CashSaver, we got to talk to Reva Bragg and she told us that Howard was in the hospital with pneumonia and she was very worried about him (keep Howard in your prayers and Reva too please.) As we talked, it turned out that Reva suffers from the same thing that Wilma does, IA; Reva’s is mostly in her shoulders where Wilma’s is mostly in her hip and leg (that is why I drive – she gets to my house then I take the driver’s seat.) This kind of arthritis doesn’t stay in one place (as bad as that is), it seems to travel to different joints around the body at times. That whole ‘ritis’ family is one bad bunch!

Caught this on an e-mail from a Florida friend: In the 60’s people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.” Go figure, ha!

Last Wednesday we played Bridge at Jan Hazeldean’s house. Jan wasn’t there, she was in California visiting her daughter Jill. Debbie Turner is staying there keeping Jan’s mom, Lillian, company and taking care of the animals; Debbie hosted the card game and made Squash Soup and a baked ham and cheese concoction (it was delicious), and a pumpkin/carrot cake.

Ana Slover, Debbie, Karen Nickell, and I, really enjoyed ourselves, as usual playing cards and munching on the goodies. Karen’s sister Pat is visiting with her but didn’t come with Karen as she had some ‘chores’ she needed to do. Pat is helping Karen get her house ready to sell – it has to be emptied first and anybody that has moved, knows what a chore that is.

Rita Green and husband Gary were in Atlanta visiting family (or maybe it was Missouri – they go to both places a lot (a daughter in each location) and I get it mixed up as to where and when; they are back now but I haven’t checked in with Rita to find out which daughter she was visiting this time. Actually, I think the grandchildren are the real draw.

Carolyn’s niece, Martina (Galbreath) Rice suffered a serious four-wheeler accident; she broke some vertebrae in her neck but she is home now. Carolyn said she talked to Robert Galbreath (Martina’s brother) and he said that Martina is doing better but has a lot of pain in her neck whenever she moves. Please keep Martina in your prayers also.

Ana kept trying to reach me Saturday (I forgot to turn the phone on – I mostly use it for emergencies, and I didn’t have an emergency); Ana needed Karen’s number; Karen had brought Ana a bag of empty prescription bottles (Ana saves the bottles for some charity) and Ana found a ring of keys in the bag. We finally connected (Sam came over and gave me the devil for not being able to reach me), she got Karen’s number, and sure enough Karen had dropped the keys in the bag by accident and was looking all over for them. All’s well that ends well.

Cyndi and Sam came over to the house Saturday evening, as I mentioned, for Cyndi’s birthday dinner (and Sam’s little lecture). I really can’t afford to give presents anymore but I can usually find a way to fix a dinner and birthday cake for the kids. Besides, that way I get to enjoy the gift too. We had a nice time. Cyndi got the cutest card from her dear friend Karen Wooten who was paralyzed by a stroke.

I don’t see much of Mike and Mary, except at church, and am looking forward to the holidays and visiting with family. The Kentucky branch, Frank and Donna, only make it up three or four times a year; I miss them all. Kym, Dion, and William, have all relocated over to Florence (the Kentucky, Florence) and I won’t see them until the holidays. Dion spent part of the weekend with Mike and Mary but I didn’t get to see him; his dad picked him up early Sunday morning for a basketball game.

In last week’s paper, Patty Kappes’ column had a recipe from Aunt Bea for Pumpkin Crunch, a type of ‘dump cake’. It looked easy and seemed like it would taste really good too; two of my favorite qualifications for a ‘keeper’ recipe, easy and good. Naturally I tweaked it just a little by adding toasted pecans and a little streusel on the top; turned out really good. Thanks Aunt Bea.

I recently read a ‘motto to live by’ that I liked: “Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to slide in sideways, chocolate in one hand, coffee in the other, a body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming, WOO HOO, what a ride.” Perhaps a little compromise wouldn’t be a bad idea; however, I do believe we should enjoy the gift of life that we are given, take time each day to ‘smell the roses’ (so to speak), to look at something beautiful, to laugh, and maybe say something nice to somebody (besides the person in the mirror.)

Birthdays coming up in December are: Madison Ledbetter on the 4th, Brennan Bragg and Sam (William) Carr both on the 5th, Jacob Dickerson on the 17th, Patty Miller on the 21st, Allie Bruce on the 23rd, and Marty Park on the 26th. We pray that each of you will have your special day filled with love and laughter (and lots of good food of course) and that the year that follows will be over flowing with God’s sweetest blessings; Happy Birthday!

We had several on our prayer concern list: Betty Williams is scheduled for surgery, James Bruce is having wisdom teeth cut out Tuesday, Marci Leap and Debbie Bruce are both ill, and keep remembering Joy and Eldric, many are traveling, but most of all for our unsaved family and friends. God knows all the problems…and all the solutions; let’s take our troubles to God.

Our Sunday school lesson last week was on the story of Joseph, from Genesis (chapters 37-50) focusing on the animosity of his brothers toward him, the why, and the lesson/lessons God wanted us to learn from it. Conflict comes up in every family (hopefully not as intense as Joseph’s brothers) and how we deal with conflict, in any relationship, alters the quality of the life we live.

Living a life where forgiveness is impossible or hard to do, diminishes the quality of that life, not only that life but all those around them. Sometimes our feelings are hurt so badly that we can’t forgive the injury on our own; we can only do it through God’s grace, through the Holy Spirit. Philippians 4:13, we can call on Christ for His strength; and in Mark 9:23, Jesus said, “Anything is possible if a person believes.” We can forgive as we were forgiven.

Christmas is right around the corner and as we celebrate this season honoring the birth of hope, it might be a good time to think over our lives and clear out the clutter, so to speak, of the negative things, like: selfishness, anger, an unforgiving spirit, meanness, etc. Think about it.

Until we meet again, may the Lord watch between me and thee and keep you safe from harm.