Archive | November 2015

Happy Thanksgiving!


Whether you are cooking,

Thanksgiving at Mom's House


Visiting family, 

Mom's kitchen

Or cleaning the kitchen. don’t forget to Thank Him!

In Mom’s kitchen, we liked to sing as we cleaned. So many wonderful memories! I hope you will make extra special memories today with your family and friends!

“Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.

Serve the LORD with gladness; come before His presence with singing.

Know ye that the LORD, He is God’ it is He who hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.

Enter into His gates with thanksgiving and into His courts with praise; be thankful unto Him and bless His name.

For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting, and His truth endureth to all generations.

Psalms 100


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Sharing the Gospel with the Christmas Tree

It is that time of the year when our thoughts turn to “Christmas” even while planning Thanksgiving dinner. I am so thankful that God sent His only begotten son to die for my sins. So thankful that we have the freedom to give Thanks to whom it is due and also to share Christ. Even if it is in decorating a Christmas tree. Do you know that He loves you?

I love sharing about Jesus. Especially at CHRISTmas time.

Katherine H. Purdy

Our first Christmas tree as a “family”. Mom and “Dad Hinchee” were married in April, 1964. I moved from my grandparents home and into our new apartment when school started. A new home, a new school and a new name. I morphed from Kathy Smith to Kathy Hinchee. It took a while for us to feel like a family. It must have been around Christmas time. Jerry (Dad Hinchee) cut two scotch pine trees and wired them together to make our very first Christmas tree – just as two “families” became one.

The Lord impressed upon my heart about 35 years ago that a Christmas tree could be more than just something to look pretty. In the middle of the night, I awoke and grabbed my Bible, paper and pen and have been sharing the Christmas Tree Gospel ever since.

I’m sure you have heard this before and have used…

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Autumn Memories

Isabel dried and put away the last dish and smiled as she surveyed the clean kitchen before heading to her favorite rocking chair in the living room. She sighed as she sank into the gray platform rocker her daughter had given her last Christmas.

Isabel closed her eyes and basked in the knowledge that all her tasks were done for the day. She heard the screen door clap and caught a whisk of woodsmoke in the air. She breathed deeply and smiled; thinking of days gone by.

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“Nannie, Nannie, look what I found!”

Isabel opened her eyes to see what treasure her small granddaughter discovered. “Leaves!” There is probably a trail of leaves throughout the house. Instead, she smiled and reached to the child who crawled onto her lap.

“Aint it beautiful, Nannie? I have more too. They are different colors,” the child said as she pulled yellow, red, orange and brown leaves from her jacket pocket.

“They’re lovely,” Isabel said and repositioned her granddaughter in order to get a better look at the treasures.”I love fall. Especially and changing leaves and the scent of woodsmoke in the air. When I was a little girl, I loved playing in the leaves too. Papa would always fuss at us for jumping into the leaves and then he would join us,” she said with a smile.

“You were a little girl?”

“Oh yes, but that was a long time ago. I had a Mama, a Papa, six brothers and two sisters.”


“Yes, wow is a good description. Some days, I don’t how Mama kept up with all of us.”

The child scooted back against her grandmother with a look of anticipation of a good story. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Once upon a time, many years ago, I was a little girl just like you. I had the sweetest mother who never raised her voice. I always knew when she was angry though. She flared her nostrils. Like this.”

Emily Baker as Grandma Minnix by Kathie Kingrey

“You’re funny, Nannie!” the child said as she imitated her grandmother.

“She always knew how to make learning fun and delighted us all with her music. She played five instruments, you know. I can still hear her voice singing hymns as she rocked her babies to sleep. She sang all the time. In the kitchen while cooking and cleaning, hanging the laundry or helping Papa pile up leaves for us to jump in!”

“You jumped in leaves?”

“Oh, yes. We had a wonderful time. We helped rake the leaves into a big pile and jumped into them; raked them into a pile and jumped again!” Nannie said with a chuckle. “We must have spent hours outside playing in the leaves. Mama said it guaranteed a good night sleep and she was right. That nice fall breeze across our faces felt good as we worked and played in the leaves and then when we were finally getting tired, Papa put the leaves in one final pile and started a fire, Mama would bring sausage links outside for us to roast over the fire and then we would have homemade marshmallows for dessert. We roasted them over the fire too. By the time the leaves were burned up, our tummies were full and we were ready for bed!

“Nannie, may we rake leaves and roast hot dogs and marshmallows over the fire like you did?”

“We’ll see. Perhaps next week. Just close your eyes and dream about it tonight.”

“Okay, Nannie. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Isabel placed a kiss on the child’s head and carefully carried her to her room. “Sweet dreams, little one!”

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Photography by Kathie Kingrey Photography                                                

Model for Mama: Isabel’s granddaughter, Emily.