Saturday, September 29, 2012


Thanks for joining me in the library today. I know some of you are attending the Gideon convention this week and I'll see you there.

There are certain songs we will never forget, even when we have forgotten everything else. I experienced the memory of the elderly in action Sunday afternoon.

A retired pastor and his wife come twice a month to the complex where my mother lives. The couple bring their keyboard and guitar. They use a song book of a dozen old hymns, like The Old Rugged Cross, Onward Christian Soldiers and Amazing Grace.

I like to attend the gospel sing-along for three reasons. One, I love the old songs; two, the older men and ladies bless me as I watch them sing; and I get to sit beside my mother.

Some of the people are not able to follow along on the song sheet, but as soon as they hear the tune, they sing from memory. Some will close their eyes, tap their feet, smile or just hum. One lady in the room reclined in her chair and snored most of the time. Another lady looked totally confused with the page numbers (and didn't want me to help her). She didn't know what number followed a certain number, but she knew the songs.

It is sad to think how many people are effected with dementia. I read that half the elderly people will suffer with it. So between you and me, one of us will have a normal memory in our later years. Isn't that encouraging! Now I'm sorry I mentioned it. Anyone want to go for a healthy walk with me?

Happy Birthday, Aunt Leona !
Happy Birthday, Sharyn !

Proverb of the week:

          Proverbs 16:24 NLT
Kind words are like honey— sweet to the soul and healthy for the body.”


Saturday, September 22, 2012

A New Feathered Friend

Welcome to my library and welcome to Autumn!

He made my day! I listened to his singing all week, but never saw him until today. My tea cup was empty and I was talking to the Lord when he landed in front of my library window. He was “up close and personal”. He flew off several times, spreading his eye-catching, short white tail feathers as he went vertical. (Just like on Touched by an Angel program) His graceful flight held my attention until he disappeared out of sight. Once he landed on the metal fence post near my nine-foot rose bushes. On the ground, he tried persistently to pick up the end of the fishing line I had tied to the fence posts to discourage the deer from eating my rose buds.

I have five different doves in my bird book, but only one, the morning dove, lives in Oregon. This bird with the black neck collar was NOT in my book. Another piece of exciting news! I learned from the Internet this bird is the Eurasian collared-dove. Now you bird lovers know two different doves live in Oregon.

When Jesus was baptized in the Jordan River by John, the Holy Spirit in the form a gentle dove hovered over Jesus. Picture Jesus soaking wet, hair dripping, clothes clinging. I image the dove sat on his shoulder, then spread his white tail feathers and flew straight up as mine did today.
I love to listen to their sad song “ooahoo oo oo oo”. (Try to say that four times fast!) I believe they are sad because they remember their relatives' sacrifice on the altar in Jerusalem centuries ago.

Proverb for Your Week:

Proverbs 10:19 NLT
       “Too much talk leads to sin. Be sensible and keep your mouth shut.”

If I knew your birth date, I would send you best wishes. Do you want to share it with me?

Love, Juanita

Saturday, September 15, 2012


Evening and too late for tea, but just in time for pear cobbler and milk!

It took me ten minutes to find the word potpourri in the dictionary. I couldn't even start the word. I knew it was French with silent letters. I almost called Nancy who studied that language. For you today, I made potpourri, a mixture of unrelated literary subjects.

The bull frog I showed you a couple weeks ago made itself right at home in the koi pond. The other day, I actually sat down (not working) to enjoy my garden. The frog sat in one of the iris-filled pond pots and croaked. I counted his croaks – 26 calls! He paused and took only one breath in between. He must have been desperate for attention. 

We both enjoy the music Mr. Frog provides in our secluded wing of my library, the pond area. This is Craig's favorite place to read his Louis L'Amour books. Did you know his real last name of LaMoore?

Do you recall old conversations, I mean really old, from when you were a child? My Uncle Jim just came to my mind. He was a school teacher in California in the '50's. My family visited his family every summer when I was in grade school and high school. I remember one particular conversation. He challenged me, “Juanita, why don't you ever say something?” As a kid, I preferred to listen to the adults talk. Now, I smile as I think, if he only knew what he started. Right, Harold?

Today must have been national Squirrel Day. Every squirrel in my yard celebrated—running across the lawn, jumping up and over the fence, tail flipping, chasing each other, almost flying off the neighbor's shed. Aren't the brown tree squirrels supposed to stay in their tree house?

Every day the headlines shout disaster, tragedy, hopelessness; but Jesus declared God gave His son to provide eternal life for all of us. Now that's news worth celebrating!

Happy Birthday, Jean & John !

Happy Birthday, Julie !

Happy Birthday, Shirley !

Thanks for the 66 visits last week!


Saturday, September 8, 2012

Hanging by a Toenail

Good morning! Time for a cup of strong coffee while you read my sad note. I really wasn't going to tell you, but Harold, I had nothing else to say today.

Life is hard sometimes, especially for the birds. They mind their own business sitting on a wire and what does it get them?  Upside down – for the last time. This scrub jay experienced a dreadful end. The scene made me sad and I suppose you are now, too. 

                    "I should have kept both feet on the barbed wire!
                                 Why did I grab the electric wire too?"

Is there a lesson learned here? Well, not for the bird. I showed Craig this bird on our neighbor's fence. He said it reminded him of a prank his neighbor boys played on a younger boy about sixty years ago.

The boys were walking down a red cinder road in Central Oregon near a cow pasture with an electric fence. Four of the boys slowly walked over to the fence and held hands. Billy was new to the trick and was caught unaware. As soon as Billy joined hands with them, the first boy grabbed the hot wire and Billy on the end received the jolt. I bet that only happened once to poor Billy.

My dad would have been one hundred years old this week.

Happy Birthday, Dianne !
Happy Birthday, Nancy B. !

Proverb for the week:
          “Fear of the LORD is the foundation of wisdom.”   Proverbs 9:10

Thanks for checking in with me!  I enjoy talking with you.


Saturday, September 1, 2012

Antique Roadshow

Happy Labor Day weekend to everyone!

This morning, a large colorful bouquet of yellow sunflowers (the remains of my last garden party) is visible from my library window. Very few birds to watch, but the young squirrels still entertain me. The signs and smells of autumn in the air have changed my view. The crabgrass in the lawn turned yellow and my roses have fewer blossoms. The busy honey bees completely cover the purple Russian sage.

Last week I showed you a new snowball in midsummer. The one lone flower on the bush has now become friends with nine others. If this wasn't so unusual, I wouldn't mention it. Maybe the Willamette Valley will skip wintertime and move right into spring before we realize what happened.

The Antique Roadshow on TV is not a program I watch, but we thought we possessed a few antiques. So we applied for tickets to the show in Seattle last week. Interesting experience! I will refrain from discussing the adventure of driving on one-way streets in Seattle trying to locate the convention center parking lot. You can use your own imagination of standing in four lines for a total of four hours.

The old treasures we took were a hand-carved goddess Diana cameo rimmed in 14-caret gold, a colorful yellow Japanese bowl, and small flannel sheets designed with Indian warriors which lined old tobacco tins. Our winner was an Amos 'n Andy wind-up toy taxi from 1929 valued at $500-$600. 

The best part of the trip north was visiting with Linda, Marlene and a new friend, Gurdi.

Happy Birthday, Ruth !
Happy Birthday, Mother !

Happy Anniversary, Betty & Gary !
Happy Anniversary, Brad & Dawnita !

Proverb for your week: “Never let loyalty and kindness
                                       leave you. Tie them around
                                       your neck as a reminder.”
                                                Proverbs 3:3 NLT

God bless you and America!
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