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I have been working on several posts, including two Little Isabel stories, a pictorial demonstration for making soap by my dear friend and a devotional. I was all set to post my Little Isabel story today but my Heavenly Father placed something else on my heart.
This morning after John went to work, I went through the usual routine of putting away the breakfast things, ran the dishwasher, scooped out the litter box, scrubbed my hands, put a load of laundry in the wash and finally, picked up my Bible for devotions. (Okay, by the time I had finished all of the above, vertigo reared its ugly head; forcing me to have my Bible time in a reclining position so I didn’t make a lot of journal notes!)
I opened my Bible to Psalms 145 – 147. Each chapter is filled with a wonderful menagerie of praises, promises and proclamations. I look forward to doing a proper Word study but this morning, I was caught up in the praise. It seemed as if each chapter reminded me of a hymn or chorus and of course, had to sing each one.
“Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised…”
“Praise the Lord, O my soul and all that is within me, bless His Holy name.”
“I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever…”
Okay, you get the picture. It was a morning of singing unto the Lord. It didn’t end there. An old song, Jesus is Coming Soon continuously played in my mind and so I sat down at the piano and began to play by ear. I couldn’t even find the lyrics but that’s okay. He knew. Then I went online and listened to a group from the 1960’s sing it just as I had remembered from years ago and then found a YouTube of someone playing the music-the right way! When we got home from dinner, I listened to another Gospel song and another. Then I took my husband’s grandfathers song books he used as the song leader for the Presbyterian Church men’s Sunday School Class in Clifton Forge, Virginia.
It was amazing! I took it to the piano and played so many gems which are quickly becoming obsolete. It makes me sad to know that there will be generations of people who never had the blessing of singing through an old hymnal and knowing the power of God’s Word behind many of the hymns. I was surprised to see the song, No Never Alone by W.A. Hemphill. I thought it was written in the 1960’s (I was saved in 1968) The copyright was 1900! It has always been a favorite. Each old Hymn was like an old friend. As I played and (tried to) sing along, the lyrics amazed, convicted, compelled and challenged me to share the Gospel more freely.
Although I have sung this song many times through the years, one phrase from There is a Fountain stood out.
“Redeeming love has been my theme and shall be till I die.”
I know this song by heart but always focused on the Gospel passages. What a wonderful way to describe our life as believers?
(His) redeeming love has been my theme. What about you? What is the theme of your life? Do you know His redeeming love?
He gave His life for you. Won’t you receive Him today?
If you would like to receive Christ as your Savior but don’t know how, please email me at khpurdywrites4Him@hotmail.com
I will be happy to share His plan of salvation with you!
Sisters and brothers in Christ, I challenge you to go through old hymnals and to dwell on the words. This has always been a blessing to me and always cheers me up!
Thank you for letting me share the music that is in my heart tonight.
My husband, John and I recently celebrated our twenty-eighth anniversary. We didn’t go far – just about thirty minutes from home to the wonderful old Peaks of Otter Lodge. It is an older lodge under new ownership but it was wonderful. Nothing fancy as far as lodging goes but the view is breathtaking!
For the fellows who brought their old fashioned razor, (you remember the kind where you twist the handle to open the encasement for the razor?) Just in case you needed to dispose of a used razor…
The best part is that each room has a balcony with a view!
We also enjoyed a wonderful view from the Restaurant. The food is delicious and fortunately for us, they serve dinner from 4pm to 9pm and breakfast until 11am!
It is so much fun to watch Does with their fawn walking nearby eating grass. We saw many deer close to the walkway. They are used to coexisting with people. There have been sitings of bears in the past but we didn’t see one this weekend!
The Peaks of Otter has been part of both our lives for years. John has an arrowhead he found here when he was a little boy before the man-made lake was built. We have enjoyed hiking up to the top of the Peaks for many years before we met. Now, if you want to see the beautiful view from Sharp Top, one only needs to board a bus! Oh, for the youthful days of hiking again!
In 1969, my sixth-grade class from Jamison Elementary School in Roanoke, VA participated in a film with the National Parks Service about ecology. Our class was taken to the Peaks of Otter and the Ranger explained to us about the park, the peaks and the people who had once lived there and walked through a wonderful old cabin. (We are diligently trying to locate that reel-to-reel film. It is the legacy of a school which no longer exists.)
John often rides his motorcycle to the Peaks of Otter on Sunday afternoons after Church and gets home in time to go to the evening service.
There is a lovely visitor’s center, bookstore and natural museum. There is also a camping site for the natural experience. If you go at the right time, you may also hear a blue grass concert.
The Peaks of Otter is beautiful in every season and just as a lady changes her wardrobe each season, the trees change their lovely colors too. The Parkway is usually closed during the winter due to bad weather so don’t wait. Plan a trip to the beautiful Blue Ridge Parkway soon and be sure to stop and explore the Peaks of Otter!
It is still gorgeous! Check out their website and plan a trip to this beautiful Virginia location soon.
I was delighted to see that they are selling books by one of my favorite local authors, Carolyn Tyree Feagans. To read about the people who lived in the area before the Blue Ridge parkway was built and how their lives were affected, check out her website.
I recommend Sharp Top to go with today’s blog.
“Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and His greatness is unsearchable.
One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts,
I will speak of the glorious honor of thy majesty and of thy wondrous works.”
This gorgeous photograph was taken by my friend, Kathie T. Kingery.
Miss K’s Photography
After days of rain and much anticipation, the snow finally arrived. I was sure we wouldn’t get any snow today since the temperature didn’t drop below freezing. It was in the low forties most of the day and finally the temperature dropped into the thirties and beautiful white flakes graced our skies after four in the afternoon. It snowed a few hours and in our neighborhood, it still looks like a pretty white blanket covering bushes, trees, sidewalks and yes, the roads. According to the television, Lynchburg, Virginia received over four inches. I am sure children are cheering – schools are closed tomorrow and many businesses have delayed opening until mid-morning.
I don’t know what it is about snow that is so exciting. After all, it causes inconveniences, delays and hazardous driving. And yet, the mere mention of the fluffy white stuff takes me back to my childhood. Playing in the snow, freezing fingers and toes, riding the sleigh downhill with friends and family. Coming inside to a nice warm house, smelling of just baked cookies, hot cocoa and homemade soup simmering on the stove.
My thoughts returned to my grandparents home in the Midway section of Vinton, Va in 1964. I spent every weekend with my grandparents, since I still had not gotten used to the idea of living with Mom and my stepfather in Garden City. (Just a few miles away but to a child, it seemed like we had moved to the other side of the world.) Of course, my preteen aunt, two good friends and two cousins made trips to stay with my grandparents even more enjoyable – especially when it snowed. We had a great hill for sleigh riding!
It snowed that weekend. Wonderful, beautiful, fluffy snow. My Aunt, cousins, friends and neighbors had a wonderful time building snowmen and riding sleighs down the steep hill. When we came back inside, however, the aroma of that house will forever be ingrained in my memory. Granddaddy had cooked that day. Pinto beans, fried potatoes, cornbread, slaw and Granny had made my favorite cake. To this day, that fragrance takes me back to that day.
I wasn’t thrilled to leave on Sunday afternoon when Mom and Jerry came to pick me up but then Mom reminded me that my new cousins, Pam, Donna and Tammy were coming over to play. What a day!
It seems like we had a lot of snow in the sixties – or perhaps it was just a lot of wonderful memories!
Hope you have a beautiful, snowy, memory-making weekend!
The Bulls Eye Kodak No. 2 by Eastman Kodak Co.
This interesting camera belonged to my husband’s Grandparents or his Aunt Louise who lived in Clifton Forge, VA in this house.
Since this camera was manufactured from 1895-1913 so we think it belonged to John’s grandfather, Clarence Long. John’s Aunt Louise lived in this home most of her life. The images on the film still in the camera may have been taken by John’s grandparents or by his Aunt Louise. Would they have left film in the camera unprocessed when they upgraded to a newer style camera? Did they simply forget all about it and stow it away in a trunk in the attic? Perhaps Grandfather Long took pictures of his bride and young children. Perhaps he took pictures of his granddaughters and his only grandson before he died in the 1960’s and no one had the heart to disturb it or it was put away with his things not realizing the film was still in the camera. What a mystery! We have been told that the film cannot processed now because the chemicals and method of developing the early film is no longer available. So it shall remain a mystery. Curiosity is almost too overpowering – this familial link to the past.
My husband found the original instruction book online. If you are interested, click on this link. http://www.piercevaubel.com/cam/catalogs/1906bullseyeinstlp850.htm
John’s Aunt Louise Long, Mother Purdy, Dad Purdy and me on our first Christmas as a family in 1985. John is on the other side of the camera capturing the moment with his fancy manual camera.
With digital cameras, video cameras and cell phone cameras, the days of waiting for film to be developed is past. We just snap a picture and within seconds, post it on facebook for all the world to see. It wasn’t always this way.
I remember as a child, we had an old brownie camera. You held the camera in front of you and looked down to see the image and then quickly pushed the gray button on the right. Our family had one like this.
Processing film was costly so we had to choose our shots wisely and the light had to be just right! If I remember correctly, there were only twelve pictures on a roll of film. Our family couldn’t afford to have film developed often so we took one or two pictures at each occasion. Birthdays, Christmas, perhaps Thanksgiving, weddings and other special occasions. Finally, when all of the film was used up, it was carefully placed in a black tube, placed into an envelope and sent away to be developed. When they arrived, everyone was excited because we couldn’t remember what we had taken pictures of and some didn’t turn out. It was a lesson in endurance. Patience. Delayed gratification.
Next, the photographs were placed into an album of black pages with little black corners holding the picture in place. Most of our family pictures were developed in January. So our Christmas pictures from 1964 have January 1965 stamped on the ragged edges.
Next came the Instamatic cameras. Instead of loading a roll of film carefully stretching the film onto a roll on the other end of the camera, these babies had film cartridges. The process was still the same for developing the film until some drug stores and department stores began offering film processing. We still had to wait. We were thrilled when the one hour processing became available!
Do you remember using these?
And then there was the Polaroid! I thought it was wonderful. The film developed immediately without a processing fee!
I took this picture of my little dog, Rusty with my Polaroid. Not a great picture but I had the image immediately – well, almost! This camera came in handy in my classroom. On the first day of school, I snapped a picture of each student and labeled it on the wide lower margin of the picture and hung the pics on the bulletin board. It was a great way to learn the student’s names! I took their pictures again on the last day of school and let them take their pictures home. It was amazing to see how much the children had changed in a few short months! (We also did this in Sunday School but with my husband’s fancy camera. By the mid-eighties, we had our film developed at CVS and they put the images on a CD. (I had so much fun with those images in Print Shop Deluxe!)
And then along came the fabulous digital cameras. What a joy to capture birds in flight, a squirrel hogging the sunflower seeds and pictures of flowers that I planted each year. Of course, we have hundreds of cat pictures and wonderful shots of my child care kiddos. “Have camera – will capture that moment of smiles!”
So all of that to say, that my imagination is running wild with this old camera. What memories or mysteries does this little brown box hold?
Capturing memories did not begin with a camera, pen, paintbrush or with a pencil. It began with our Heavenly Father.
In Joshua 4 after the Lord divided the Jordon river that the children of Israel; beginning with the the priests carrying the Ark of the Covenant for them to cross over on dry land. Afterward, the Lord spoke to Joshua to take out of the Jordon twelve stones from the spot where the priest had stood firm on dry ground. (One for each tribe of Israel.) They were to carry them and leave them in the lodging place where they were to lodge that night.
“And Joshua said unto them, Pass over before the ark of the LORD your God into the midst of Jordan, and take ye up every man of you a stone upon his shoulder, according unto the number of tribes of the children of Israel;
That this may be a sign among you, that when your children ask their fathers in time to come, saying What mean ye by these stones?
Then ye shall answer them, that the waters of the Jordon were cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD; when it passed over the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off.
And these stones shall be for a memorial unto the children of Israel forever.“
“Great is the LORD and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
One generation shall praise Thy works to another and shall declare Thy mighty acts.
I will speak of the glorious honor of thy majesty, and of thy wondrous works.
And men shall speak of the might of thy (awe-inspiring) acts; and I will declare thy greatness.
They shall abundantly utter the memory of thy great goodness, and shall sing of thy righteousness.
The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion, slow to anger and of great mercy.”
So you see, whenever we look at old photographs, mementos, and recite stories from the past, lets remember all that He has done for us and for the generations before us and what He will do for the generations to come. Lets praise Him at all times and share what He has done for you with others.
By Katherine Hinchee Purdy
Isabel’s long curls bounced as she jumped and clapped her hands. “Papa’s coming, Papa’s
coming,” she sang while skipping into the kitchen where Mama was taking out a tray of ginger
bread men from the oven.
“Isabel,” Mama softly chided the child, “you will be out of energy before we trim the tree if you
keep that up! Besides, Papa and the boys have work to do before they bring the tree into the
house. Climb up on the stool and help me decorate some of the cooled cookies.” Mama
walked around the kitchen work table, tied Isabel’s hair back with a ribbon, placed Isabel’s
Christmas apron over her head, and tied it in the back. “Have you washed your hands?”
“Yes ma’am,” Isabel said as she picked up a flat butter knife and began spreading frosting on a
butter cookie. “Mama, do you want me to add some banilla?”
“I think you mean vanilla, dear. I have already added the ingredients while you were skipping around the room.”
“Oh, may I add some ba- I mean vanilla next time?” Isabel asked as Mama carried the empty bowl to the dish pan.
“I’ll bet baby Sylvia wishes she could help too!”
Mama looked at the baby in the cradle in the corner and smiled. “Perhaps next year she can
help. Maggie is only three years old but she did a wonderful job helping with the first batch of
Isabel looked over at her sister napping on the cushioned chest against the back wall, covered
with her favorite quilt. She envied her sister but refused to give in to the urge to nap since she
had declared herself “too old” to nap on her fifth birthday. Besides, if she napped she might miss
something and this little girl didn’t want to miss anything.
Mama turned to the stove and gently used the spatula to remove the cookies from the pan and
placed them on a cooling rack and then stepped into the back porch and returned with a napkin
holding a disc of cooled dough for another batch. While Mama’s back was turned, Isabel quickly
ran her finger around the bowl of icing and quickly popped her finger into her mouth just as Mama
returned to the kitchen.
“Save the icing for the cookies Isabel or you’ll ruin your appetite for supper.”
“Yes ma’am,” Isabel whispered and lowered her head. “I’m sorry.”
“No need to be sorry, child. I did the same thing this morning. The temptation was too great. Just
one more taste and then you can put a ribbon hole in this last batch of gingerbread boys so that
we can hang them from the tree.”
“May we have just one gingerbread boy today?”
“No dear,” Mama said as she placed the cooled cookies into a tin. “If we eat them now, we won’t have any to place on the Christmas tree for you to nibble on Christmas day. Besides, we won’t have any to give away to our neighbors who don’t have children at home anymore. You know how Christmas cookies and gingerbread men always cheer up our lonely friends.”
“Yes, Mama,” Isabel said slowly and looked at the golden boys looking up at her with frosted features. “If we drop one on the floor may we eat it?”
“Perhaps if it is truly an accident, we could all share a bite.”
“Oh,” Isabel sighed and went back to work.
“Mama,” Isabel said as she carefully used a small dowel to place a hole in the last gingerbread
boy’s head. “I wish we could cel-eeee”
“Celebrate” Mama said with a smile.
“Cele-brate Christmas every day!”
“That would be lovely dear but we celebrate the birth of Jesus. We only have one birthday each
year. Besides, if we celebrated every day, don’t you think you would get bored?”
“Oh no,” Isabel said with a smile, revealing a space where a new, permanent tooth was just
beginning to show. “I can never get tired of Christmas.”
Just as she placed the last ribbon hole in the gingerbread boy, the back porch screen door
We stepped inside this lovely country store and it was as if we were crossing a threshold into the past. From shelves containing books about local history, old fashioned cookware, toys and clothing. Add local music and food and this gal didn’t want to leave. I could have stayed several hours as I perused aisles for future purchases; convinced that my husband will bring me back again soon. We had lunch while listening to local musicians and bought a book with a pictorial history of the area.
Where is this lovely spot located? Along the curvy roads of South western Virginia. Floyd, to be precise. My first impression as we pulled into the parking lot which faced the country store, I remarked that we must be in Mayberry! Why? Notice the shop beside the store.
Yep, looks like Floyd left the Andy in Mayberry and opened his barber shop in Virginia!
The gentleman sitting in front of the charming country store chatted with my husband and promised to come inside later to play some music.
There were other wonderful shops as well.
Notice the caption on this sign – one doesn’t see the invitation to loiter very often!
We spent a lot of time in the consignment shop too. I will save my purchases for another post. I will say that I found something from the 1920’s. This is important because, The Vision of a Mother’s Heart and the sequel I hope to finish by the beginning of the new year take place in a small community in rural Virginia during the “Roaring Twenties!”
One of the things I was looking for on this trip was to see houses that may have been built pre-1920’s and may have had a wrap-around porch. I will give you a hint about the sequel. Isabel stayed with a wonderful lady near Floyd County for a while. She was a very kind woman who lived in a house with a wrap-around porch.
Within view of the town is a beautiful sight. A white Church with it’s spire reaching up to the sky. Couldn’t help but wonder if there was a Church bell, calling citizens to Church every Sunday morning.
As we were driving out of town, I saw a blue house that will be perfect for a scene in Hope Beyond The Sunset. You will recognize it when you read the story.
For my fellow history buffs reading this blog, Floyd, VA was once named Jacksonville to honor Andrew Jackson, the seventh President of the United States (1829–1837).
Floyd, Va is also recognized as one area ministered to by Bob Childress of The Man Who Moved A Mountain. (By Richard C. Davis and is available on Amazon.com.)
That’s all for tonight, friends. Hope you enjoyed our little journey into the Blue Ridge Mountains of southwestern Virginia. I know we did!
For more information about the area, click on the following link. http://www.floydvirginia.com/visitors-guide/
The beautiful picture of a waterfall that I used for the Unfailing Love post on October 2, 2012 was taken at Crabtree Falls in Nelson County, Va. by my husband, John Purdy a couple of years ago.
Since this is such a beautiful scenery, I thought you might be interested in visiting there if you live in Virginia.
Didn’t our Heavenly Father paint a beautiful picture?
Fellow history buffs may be interested in this new Civil War Museum.