another monday afternoon

Several weeks ago we attended a wedding on a Monday afternoon. While I realize there are no rules that require weddings to happen on weekends, it seemed, well, out of the ordinary to be invited to another Monday afternoon wedding, as though we are experiencing a new trend in choosing a wedding day.

Fans were offered guests—and we both accepted one. Ninety degrees are more manageable with a breeze.

2014-08-18 15.14.07_Snapseed

The groom sang an original tune as his bride walked the aisle on her dad’s arm. Living in one place for 20 years blesses me with moments like this, as I remember Alison as a young girl, now grown up, about to become a married woman.

2014-08-18 15.51.05_Snapseed

I’ve watched her brothers grow up too. I remember meeting Austin, on the left, at around age 1.5, sitting in his mama’s shopping cart seat at the local Fred Meyer. And Aaron, on the right, recorded the narration for several of our Wee Sing projects. We consider their parents dear friends. I’ve worked with Mike on many’a print project. Mauri calls Deanne “Boss” because of their years of working together with Young Friends Singers.

2014-08-18 16.34.06

And here we are to witness this big event. We feel honored to be included.

2014-08-18 15.52.06_Snapseed

The McCrackens, other dear friends, with their daughter Abbie and her husband, Andrew. Abbie is the bride’s lifelong friend, also matron of honor.

2014-08-18 16.32.04

2014-08-18 16.32.11

Traditions! (They both behaved.)


And a new(er) tradition. . .the Photobooth.

2014-08-18 17.07.26

They fed us, yes, indeed, but we were only blocks from Podnah’s, and who can resist world-class BBQ ribs and brisket on a full stomach on a Monday afternoon?

Posted in in the neighborhood | 2 Comments

“v” is for what?

Recently at work I was perusing Google images for a picture of Thomas Milhous to enhance an article for the church newsletter.


When I came across this picture, I was reminded of my visit with Carol, my sister, exactly a year ago when we toured the Nixon Presidential Library and Museum in Yorba Linda, CA.


History in the remaking.

The V symbol always meant Victory to my dad. I always thought it stood for the name of his radio broadcast—”Victory in Christ.” Or “Victory in Jesus,” the theme song.



I notice when looking through my file of V pictures that most of the 30 or so were taken after his “murder.”  So maybe it was actually a symbol that stated his stance of victory over his assailant’s intentions.





Either way, the V stood for VICTORY!


Ha! This one does not qualify.

Posted in nostalgia | Leave a comment

sunday morning

If you don’t want know what we do on Sunday mornings now that Mauri has retired from pastoral ministry, you’d better move on to the next blog.

2014-08-10 09.31.20

It isn’t a hard and fast rule, but Mauri felt it would be in the best interest of the NFC congregation and the new worship pastor for him to not be present on Sunday mornings. So, for now, we have become a congregation of two of our own little house church. Every Sunday morning we pull up Andy Stanley on my iPad and have church. There’s no shortage of worship singing around our house nearly every day of the week.

2014-08-10 09.38.45

On a day like today, the draw to drive somewhere can’t be denied. This time of year the countryside requires our attention.

2014-08-10 09.59.23

We were too busy looking around to take pictures. But we saw quite a few of these:


They aren’t beautiful, per se, but in the context of the seasonal landscape, they are spectacular.

You might have noticed we enjoyed brunch at Henry’s Diner (food cart) in Carlton, on our relaxing Sunday morning. Don’t worry about us; we haven’t rejected the organized church. After all, we’ve been part of the church our whole lives. For now, though, we’re taking a breath, a deep breath.

Posted in in the neighborhood | 6 Comments


Thanks to Facebook I got to see a picture of a couple I knew long, long ago who today celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. Ruth posted it:

Guillaume pillbox

Of course I studied it with special interest because that was the era I knew them. But also because I remember asking her if I might borrow her pillbox hat and veil for my wedding.


I also borrowed quite a bit of her wedding ceremony too. I was still a child, not yet old enough to drink (thankfully I’m still not old enough to drink) and hadn’t developed any individuality or creativity. But at least I knew how to sew my own wedding dress. Some day I hope to figure out what possessed me to wear those fingerless gloves.

Posted in nostalgia | Leave a comment

the beach

This was our ninth year to enjoy time as a family in Harbor Villa’s Lighthouse on the beautiful Oregon Coast.


Of course it would be nice to actually see the water when you’re looking out toward the ocean. Some things one must take on faith, or hearing. But we’ve grown accustomed to this coastal anomaly when it’s sunny to the south and sunny to the north.



The littles didn’t mind the dreary days; they found plenty of entertainment inside.


And outside too—no beach required. This action shot captures my one and only unposed image of the four kiddos in one frame. [The Andersons couldn't make it this year.]


Factor in the high winds, and even the adults found beach entertainment challenging.


The enterprising sons built this imposing wind screen. Here a beach bocce ball competition takes place. That yellow ball is in the air.


An intriguing mother-son conversation. As I studied this photo I tried to think of any way I could Photoshop out that chair, but in the end decided the chair adds the element of reality to the shot. See how good I am at rationalizing my way to satisfied acceptance?


Look fast! The blue-sky opening lasted but a moment.

2014-07-30 08.49.23

Married to this man twenty years. The milestone deserved pancakes, I thought.


With kids tucked in, what else to do?

2014-07-31 08.06.37

Blue skies come to those who wait.


And as the sun set . . .




The Amazing Macys!


Posted in family matters, travels | 5 Comments

back again

Last weekend. . .


This weekend . .

2014-07-26 19.54.27

They came back like they do every single year, transforming our quiet neighborhood park into the Old Fashioned Festival. This is one block west of our house. One block south of our house is the carnival part, where in about half an hour the fireworks will begin. I don’t need to move from my comfy chair to see the show. I’ll watch if I’m awake.

Posted in in the neighborhood | Leave a comment


Most of us take our hair for granted. Even if we’ve had more hair than we have, at least we’ve had some. Not all chemotherapy causes hair loss, which is why our Rachel has managed to maintain her head of gorgeous, naturally curly hair throughout treatment for cervical cancer. Only four months ago she tested clear. But early this month the same cancer was found in her lymph system, making more aggressive chemo treatment necessary.

We are sad that Rachel and John have to deal with this while trying to maintain a relatively normal life. But we’re thankful the doctor has offered her better than average odds in beating it. She’s had one treatment (every three weeks for 6 to 8 sessions) and is told she should expect to lose her hair after the next one.

So she’s making plans!

Last night we enjoyed some time at a nearby state park.


Here’s before this morning’s hair cut.

Rachel's short hair

Here’s what she posted on Facebook after the haircut. Short hair will make the loss easier. Not easy but easier.

As you can imagine, Rachel is very dear to all of us. We don’t understand why this is happening to her. She is doing everything she can to make it go away. Maybe you will join us in praying that it does go away.

Posted in family matters | 12 Comments