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Invisible Disabilities Week

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I was unaware that this is Invisible Disabilities Week. Many of us have hidden disabilities. Some of us are able to function normally with the pain and others are knocked off their feet – literally. Or if you are like me and have bilateral Meniere’s, balance issues, vertigo, motion sickness, Tinnitus (ringing in the ears) and Migraines which might be triggered by the weather, food, the smell of spices… So if you ever see me holding onto the wall, no. I don’t drink. Never have and never will. But people with hidden disabilities are often judged by others. “Just work through it,” or “It’s all in your head” are phrases often used by those who don’t understand that this advice causes emotional pain along with the physical pain. This is a great article written by my friend, Lisa Ehrman in her blog, Chronically Content. sure to click on the links below.

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Invisible Disabilities Week

So if you are suffering from invisible disabilities, we are praying for you. If you know someone who is suffering – even though you cannot see the disability, do something kind for them this week. Something as simple as unloading the dishwasher or sharing a meal can be an amazing blessing.

I had a sweet blessing last week. A sweet young friend from Church has a cleaning business. I called to get an estimate from her but she asked if she could clean the house as a blessing to me? I love this kid from the time she was small and scribbling notes to me in Church to bringing cookies one Christmas. It’s the little things we remember the most. Thank you. Love you, Kelli B! 

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One of my favorite blessings is my wonderful husband, John Purdy. Sometimes after a hard day at work, he comes home and finds that his wife can’t function and so he takes a shower and goes out to buy our dinner.

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Thank you for all you do, John Purdy. I love you, bunches!

 

Unlocking Family Stories in Memory of my Grandmother, Junie.

Today, September 19, 2018, would have been Junie’s birthday. So I thought what better way to honor her than to share her story? Happy Birthday, Junie!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Meet Junie. June Ratcliffe McReynolds to be more specific. The grandmother I never had the privilege of meeting. Wasn’t she an adorable baby? I think so. I love this picture of her.  I am especially curious about the little girl hiding behind her. She must have been playing hide and seek from the camera.

I never met “Junie” (the name she chose for her grandchildren to call her) but I did get to read a book about her family’s heritage in 1975. When I open the covers of Our Radcliffe Heritage, I can almost hear her voice as she tells stories of old. Memories and travels she made in order to complete her work. She even added photographs and sketches of old family homes.  She didn’t just list names, birth and death dates but stories about her family and what their homes looked like.  How did she remember everything in such detail?  Her ancestors came to life as she put pen to paper. This personality makes all the difference! How did she do it?

Junie, the young lady in the center front, listened.

She listened and took notes. Somewhere, there is a box containing small sheets of paper with notes Junie began taking as she listened to her “elders” tell about the good old days.  She collected notes for years and put them in her memory box to be used later as a reference for her book.

I wish I had taken notes! For as long as I can remember, I listened to Mom’s family and visualized the events until I thought I knew the mannerisms and how “Mama” and “Papa” reacted to each other and to the children. This was the basis for The Vision of a Mother’s Heart. I wrote my story as fiction inspired by a true story because I didn’t have the foresight to take notes.

Her son, my Daddy, Charles McReynolds remembers her telling him and his older sister, Bobby stories about their heritage and it ingrained a love of history in my Dad too. He put his memories in a book called Memories of an Old Geezer. If you love stories of the good old days and especially if you like cars, you’ll love this book! (It is available on Amazon.com)

So, listen carefully, ask questions and take notes!

Many thanks to Daddy and my sister, Judi for providing a copy of Junie’s book and some of her belongings.  A big thank you to my grandmother June Ratcliffe McReynolds for her foresight and hard work. She made this granddaughter feel right at home!

Sharpen those pencils and get out your notebook. Your family memories could be a book in the making. Listen to their testimony and how the Lord led the family through difficult times and filled them with the joy of His love. When I open the covers of Our Radcliffe Heritage, I can almost hear her voice as she tells stories of old. Memories and travels she made in order to complete her work. She even added photographs and sketches of old family homes.

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Wisdom is the principal thing; therefore, get wisdom: and with all thy getting get understanding.” Proverbs 4:7

Walking Down Memory Lane on Nannie’s Birthday

There are some special people in our lives who never forget about us. They put themselves before others. That describes my grandmother. She went by so many different names. Katherine “Isabel”, Sis, Mama, Grandma, Granny (I switched from Grandma to Granny the first time I watched the Beverly Hillbillies. I thought it sounded neat. I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t thrilled. Now I do!) but to many people, she was “Nannie” and that fit her very well. Even neighborhood children called her Nannie.

Today “Nannie” would have been 104 years old. She was born on August 28, 1914. She is celebrating her birthday in Heaven with the Lord and her precious family. Parents, siblings, her husband, three children, a son-in-law and one grandson. She went home to be with the Lord in 1999 and looked forward to “going home”. I remember a few weeks before she was “called home,” she told me about a dream she had the night before. She said that as she woke up, her beautiful, sweet mother was sitting by her bed, stroking her hair. She reached up to touch her mother’s soft cheek and asked if she had come to take her home. “Not yet,” her mother had said, “but it won’t be long.”

Isabel was eleven-years-old when she lost her mother but seventy-four years later, she still remembered her mother’s face and voice.  No. I don’t think she had a vision but was looking forward to seeing her loved ones again. Someday, we will see her again!

I was thinking of different ways to celebrate her birthday. I could bake a devils food cake with her seven-minute frosting but I don’t have a double boiler or a hand mixer. She used to bake pineapple upside down cakes which were simply delicious!

One year, I bought mint julep candies in bulk and sent them to Mom and her sisters to share with their children and grandchildren. Granny had craved these candies when she was carrying my favorite aunt. To this day, whenever I hear the word Mint Julep or see the candy, I think of her. Perhaps today I will buy a Kit Kat bar in her honor.

 

Then I remember how she used to take me downtown on the bus to pay bills and shop. We always had lunch at the five and dime where we bought candy to take home for Aunt Sandara and for everyone to share. When I visited her after she moved to Richmond in the 1960’s she invited me to spend at least a week with her every summer. I loved that! I so longed for everyone to be together. She didn’t mind that we all talked at once, laughed loudly and sang in the kitchen. I think she relished it! As an adult, I lived in Richmond for a while and worked at a retail store. She would call me at work and ask me to bring her a Kit Kat bar. I usually bought a few for her. She would smile when I walked through the door with her treat.

There are so many memories of my selfless grandmother. She had a hard life but she didn’t let that get her down. This is one reason I write about her childhood. She worked as a Certified Nursing Assistant until past retirement age because she loved caring for others. She raised and helped raise at least three grandchildren and loved every child. I think her favorite thing to do was to rock babies!

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She was a good money manager and always made me laugh. She always cared about everyone. I feel blessed that she was my Grandmother. Love you, Nannie. I will see you again someday!

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When the Blooms Hide

If you know me very well, you know that I love Morning Glories. You know, that trumpet flower that men call weeds. It’s true that they will wander and grow out of control if you don’t keep up with them.

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This year, I haven’t been able to take care of the flowers as well as in the past and they have grown without my assistance. Or rather, have grown in spite of neglect.  There are so many object lessons in my patch of Morning Glories. (Just imagine how many I would have if I had planted the seeds that I harvested last year!)

For today, my lesson is that sometimes while looking at the full picture, we miss the one perfect flower hidden beneath the vines and bushes. We often take credit for the things we work hard for and cultivate.  However, the plant that endures scorching ninety-degree weather without water, stands up against buffeting winds during a sudden storm after a week of drought and still produces flowers is amazing to me. It grows stronger in adversity. 

Sometimes, life is like that.  We don’t always see God’s hand working in the hardships of life. We don’t understand why He allows things to happen without intervening. Sometimes it’s because He is making us stronger. We must depend upon Him and be fed by studying His Word. In those times of trials, we can give in to depression and shrivel up, become angry and choke out something beautiful or we can trust in Him to make us what He wants us to become.  When we trust and wait on Him, we grow and blossom and become someone God can use in the life of someone else.  Someone is always watching. What will they see?

Will they just see leafy vines or will they see the beautiful bloom that was once hidden under hardships and endured?

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“Be still, and know that I am God:
I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalms 46:10

“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.” Jeremiah 29:11

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 5:16

The Churning Song

We go to the grocery store and pick up a box containing four sticks of butter to use for cooking and baking. It wasn’t always this easy. Not for women like my great-grandmother who lived on a farm!

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The cow was milked, cream skimmed from the top and then butter was churned. It wasn’t an easy task when our great, great-grandmother churned butter. There was a rhythm to churning.  I saw this on another blog called YesterYear Once More. (Check out the links below.)  I don’t know about you but I am thankful for today’s convenience but it would be fun to try churning butter just once. I love singing as I work so this would be twice as fun!

 

THE CHURNING SONG.

Apron on and dash in hand,
O’er the old churn here I stand —
Cachug!
How the thick cream spurts and flies,
Now on shoes and now in eyes!
Cachug! Cachug!

Ah! how soon I tired get!
But the butter lingers yet;
Cachug!
Aching back and weary arm,
Quite rob churning of its charm!
Cachug! Cachug!

See the golden specks appear!
And the churn rings sharp and clear —
Cachink!
Arms, that have to flag begun,
Work on, you will soon be done —
Cachink! Cachink!

Rich flakes cling to lid and dash;
Hear the thin milk’s watery splash!
Calink!
Sweetest music to the ear,
For it says the butter’s here!
Calink! Calink!

— Silas Dinsmore, in St Nicholas.

The Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Mar 4, 1899

The Butter Churning Song

 

via The Churning Song

The Vision of a Mother’s Heart – Honoring Mama

Just a sample chapter from my novel, The Vision of a Mother’s Heart. The first book in the Isabel’s Story series that I am working on. Isabel’s brothers had surprised Papa by polishing and shining all of the shoes and boots without being told. Ten-year-old Isabel decided she wanted to do something to honor “Mama”. How did you honor or surprise your parents when you were growing up?

Katherine H. Purdy

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Honoring Mama

(Sample chapter from The Vision of a Mother’s Heart)

Isabel gazed at the star from her bedroom window and
wondered what she could do to honor Mama and Papa. The
answer came to her as she closed her eyes to sleep. “I will get
up before Mama and go blueberry picking to fix blueberry
pancakes for breakfast.” Isabel whispered, “Boy, will Mama
and Papa be surprised.” But what if I oversleep and don’t get up
before Mama?”

Isabel counted every hour, according to the coo-coo clock in
the front parlor. “Oh, be quiet you kooky bird,” Isabel whispered.
“Wow, 3:00 A.M., and I still haven’t been to sleep yet.” Her eyes
finally closed, and she gave into sleep.
The rooster sounded the alarm outside of Isabel’s window
just before sunrise, and she jumped into her clothes, pulled the
covers over her pillow, and then tiptoed downstairs and toward

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Happy Mother’s Day. Characteristics of a Virtuious Woman.

I have posted this before but in honor of Mother’s Day, I am reposting it today for all Mothers and Mothers at heart.

Katherine H. Purdy

Katherine Hinchee Purdy

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“Strength and honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.”

Proverbs 31:25

Characteristics of the Virtuous Woman

“Her Price is far above rubies.”

Proverbs 31

  • She is Dependable (verses 11-12)
  • She is Delightful; Cheerful, (verse 13)
    • Gracious, Thankful 
      • “And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by Him.” (Colossians 3:17)
  • She is Diligent (verses 14-21)
    • Budget Money (verses 14, 16)
    • Budget Time (verses 15, 17-19)
    • Interest in Others (verses 20-21)
  • “A Doer” (verses 22-23)
    • She is moderate in everything.
      • “Let your moderation (Gentleness) be known unto all men. The Lord is at hand.” (Philippians 3:5)
  • Disposition (verses 25-31)
    • Strength
    • Honor
    • She thinks before she speaks (verse 26)
    • Industrious/Not Lazy 
    • Bearing Testimony at all times. (Titus 2)

The original outline was given by Mrs. Delores Fulton at Piedmont…

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Mothers Day Gifts by the Renegade Seamstress.

I love these ideas and thought you might too!

The delight of creating and choosing joy no matter what. My mom in a nutshell. It is in her honor that I bring these projects ideas to you today, hoping that her legacy will live on through me and through you. Cheers to projects that bring you and the others around you joy. Casserole Carrier […]

via 15 Handmade Gift Ideas For Mother’s Day That She Will Love — The Renegade Seamstress

Singing on the Porch After the Dishes are Done. Katherine Purdy

 

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The dishes finally washed and the last plate put away;

Many choruses are sung as we cleaned the kitchen that day.

One after another, chorus followed chorus,

We were just warming up for singing on the porch.

 

As we walked through the kitchen into the living room,

I stopped at my piano to pick up Great Hymns of the Faith.

We sat on the swing together; singing all the while;

Wonderful hymns of Jesus redemption and His worthiness.

 

Crown Him with Many Crowns, O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing,

One Day He’s Coming, oh, glorious day; to Stand Up for Jesus,

Face to Face and Saved by Grace; and every song between.

I miss those days with Mama; when we sat on the porch to sing!

Katherine H. Purdy

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