The people have spoken…

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My heart is broken…living in a country that is so keenly divided.  I don’t know how politicians do it – strive so hard so long for what they believe, lose, and then pick themselves up to strive another day.

Yes, I know there were many angry votes cast on each side.  So I must say…there are a lot of people hurting out there. I’m one of them.  But I do believe the people have spoken and there will be a peaceful transference of power – something for which I am thankful.

I fear our present climate has set our clock back decades where a minority feel emboldened to bully or harm people of color, people in the LGBT communities, people who worship different religions, or women who wish to travel from their home to their businesses without being verbally harassed.

We cannot let this stand.

It will take me a while to process everything that has happened in the elections and the part I will play in our next chapter.  Hopefully, I will find the strength to choose hope over bitterness, pick myself up, and strive for “a more perfect union.”

 

Scarier than Halloween…

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What is scarier than Halloween?  The Saturday before Halloween, the kiddos were visiting.  (not scary yet) After decorating the front lawn and eating a pizza decorated like a Jack 0’lantern we caught a whiff of a strange smell in the house.  It smelled like a plastic container was melting.  So, we explored and found nothing wrong in the kitchen.  The smell got stronger, so we called upon Hubs to explore as well.

A few inches from the back door a plug was smoking and sparking.  Hubs grabbed the plug, which splattered melted plastic on his hand and blew the breaker.  It also stopped the smoking and the sparks.

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Drama… yes

Fear…yes

and GRATITUDE

  1.  I am thankful Hubs (long time welder) knew what to do and was not afraid to do it.
  2. I am thankful we were home, or our house would no longer be standing.
  3. I am thankful that we only had one thing (our kiln) hooked up to the plug/breaker so we can take our time in fixing the problem.
  4. I am thankful that Hub’s hand was not injured.

Oregon State Fair

The last of August and the first of September has been the traditional 11 day run of the Oregon State Fair.  It’s a friendly combination of food booths, musical shows, and critter watching during the day and bright lights, fireworks, and rides at night.

Robert, my husband, puts his hard work and love into his booth, which is part of the Artisan Village.  This unique part of the fair features artists who not only sell their work, but demonstrate it.  He brings his torches, kiln, supplies, and even sets up a special viewing area with safety glass.

As much work as there is, Robert loves the customers that drop by the booth.  Most of the year he works in the shop behind our house (a rather solitary task).  But during the fair he embraces one and all, shows them his newest marbles or turtles, and touches bases with the other artisans in the area.

The highlight of the fair is when his grandkids drop by for a hug before prancing off to visit the petting zoo or buy a special fair treat.

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This year was Robert’s 8th and last year.  Sadly, Oregon has bit by bit privatized more of its attractions, on the backs of artists who can not afford doubling or tripling booth prices. He has loved it, but it’s time to say goodbye to the Oregon Fair as it moves into its new more commercialized era.

He’ll remember the fun and all the great people he worked along side in the Artisan Village. Robert will even probably take a day and visit the fair he has been too busy to see for the last 8 years.  There’ll still be plenty of 4-H kids showing their cows, sheep, and llamas.  Music with the crazy good smells of food booths will fill the air.  There’s not a better place around to people watch.  Hope you can make it there some year.

 

 

Healing

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My knee surgery was “out patient” in that I went home after I was awakened.  Once I was open for company, my family came by with treats to cheer me.  E7 drew the above picture.  I appreciate the pink she put in my cheeks.  I might also note that she got the perfect amount of gray in my hair.

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N10 and J8 came with roses, Trader Joe’s vanilla meringues, as well as jokes to keep me laughing.

L9 drew two pictures which included a great deal of thought.

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The picture above is what NOT to do.  This is a turtle taking its time from where it is now to “done being sick.”  Don’t be like a turtle.

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The whole idea is that I was to be like a bunny or a fox (or even a bunny being chased by a fox) and get to the “done being” sick as soon as possible.

All this support for Gma could not have happened if not for my two sons and my daughter-in-laws…each precious and supportive cheerleaders as I improve.

Loose Bodies

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September 1, I had knee surgery. The surgeon himself stated that the surgery may not help at all.  Arthritis and a torn meniscus were the usual suspects going in.  But I suspected something much worse.

Luckily, the surgeon discovered a dime sized sphere (think marble) of bone in the notch of my knee.  They had to crush the bone to get it out, so the above picture is of a marble.  I carry that marble with me from time to time (especially for physical therapy) to strengthen my resolve.

A few shout outs are in order.  First and foremost, my husband has been amazing…taking over the house and waiting on me: cook, cleaner, masseuse, chauffeur, you name it.  On a scale of 1-10 he’s earned a 17.

Next my family and friends have been great:  Homemade treats, phone calls, keeping me company when I looked my worst (honestly folks, it was horrible) texting, cards, flowers.

And finally, for all those who disparage social media, I stand firmly in the ‘pro-twitter’ camp.  I could reach out to my world wide friends any time day or night.  Not one day went by that I did not get a *hug* a giggle, or something to think about through the phone I kept by my side.  Sometimes a tweet or story would just remind me how good I had it compared to others who were experiencing more pain, either physical or mental.  When I could do little else, I could still reach out with a word of comfort to others.

So, I’m on the mend.  So many to thank….but I fear (like the Academy awards) I can hear the music and am being played off the stage.

Bring in the pros…

Ever knew something had to be done, but kept putting the job on the bottom of the list until it was out of hand?

*crickets*  Really?  Nobody?  Just me?

I recently called in R&R Tree Service in the Salem area because every bush, tree, and plant around our house was out of control.  We don’t really like to cut down whole trees, but one was starting to push up the shop’s foundation.  And that’s bad.

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A team arrived in the morning and got right to work.  Made this tree disappear.

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The photinia (a bush that grows like a tree) was cut down to size.

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Yews, Rodies, and other bushes were trimmed and they finished off by making our front trees look under control.

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They worked the whole day with one break for lunch. They did great clean up!  If we ever need help again, we’ll contact them.  R&R Tree Service

Sometimes we just need to bring in the pros.  I’m glad we hit upon such a great company.

That’s me….checking something off my list.

It’s about time…

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WE NEED A NEW FLOOR !  We have been saying that for the last 8 years but finances and time never really came together.  After our washer flooded the floor recently, it was time. I hate making the kind of decision that you have to “live with” if you make a mistake. It gets my stomach in a knot.

I needed help.  So I sent two samples on twitter and FB and asked for a vote.  I also dragged in as many family members as possible for their feedback as well.  When it voting was added up, it was EXACTLY EQUAL.  Had to laugh.  Although the “why” people said “A” or “B” helped in our final decision.

The company workers arrived in the morning and started moving the utilities.  Seriously, the amount of dirt under the refrigerator…  (Let’s just not talk about that.  But for you out there who move your large appliances to clean under them, I salute you.)

Next came the task of pulling up the old squares.  They had been glued down 15 years ago when my husband had done the floor.  But through the years the squares started lifting, looking dirty, and tripping me from time to time.

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Then came the sanding and a light layer to even out everything.  While the floor dried, the vinyl was roughed out in the street (which was a bit unnerving for my husband who had one eye on the traffic and one on the clouds).

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Next came the glue, and then the precision work.  It was all done in one day. Wow.

I want to thank those of you who participated in the vote.  The floor looks lovely.  Here’s a before and after snap.

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Maxine Bowman 1924-2016

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My sister, husband, and I flew from Oregon to Kansas to attend my mother’s memorial service and spend time with our mid-west family. I shared some of the lighter moments in the post “Funerals, Family, and Food.” https://bobbibowwoman.com/2016/04/06/funerals-family-and-food/

The Lawrence, Kansas Community of Christ minister, Debbie Galbraith, was gracious enough to send me a copy of the entire memorial as a keepsake for my Oregon family.  Below are portions of the service where over 100 gathered:

“…Maxine is now re-united with many loved ones who preceded her – her parents, her six brothers and sisters, her daughter Karen and her loving husband Novy–who no doubt wondered what took Maxine so long to get there.”

“Of course we will miss her smile, gentle nature, words of encouragement, joyful outlook on life and steady presence.  But our hearts are overflowing with gratitude for a life well-lived.”

“It’s almost impossible to think of Maxine without thinking of her husband of 65 years, Novy.  They were quite a team. This is especially true in their work with the church.  Every congregation — if they are lucky — has its Matriarch and Patriarch and for those of us at University COC, that was Maxine and Novy.

Maxine’s faith was demonstrated over and over through humble servant ministry.  Whenever a new person visited the congregation, Maxine was the first to greet that person and welcome them into the sanctuary.  She studied the scriptures regularly and provided valuable insight over and over during Sunday School or other gatherings.  And I’ve shared this before…whenever our congregation competed with each other in a friendly game of Bible Jeopardy, Maxine was always the first to be drafted on a team and that team would invariably win!   And let me also say that behind that sweet demeanor of hers, she was quite competitive!”

“Maxine’s love of music is well-known.  Her gentle touch on the organ and piano was a God given talent and she developed it fully and shared it freely.  Maxine has been accompanying church services for her entire adult life.  We can safely say that would be thousands and thousands of hymns over the years on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings –not to mention the various weddings, funerals, or “road show” performances in nursing homes.

I once asked Maxine if she ever grew tired of shouldering this responsibility and she said “I view it as a privilege to play for the Glory of my Lord”.  I will never forget that response, and to anyone who might grow weary in their own ministry efforts, we are wise to remember her genuine enthusiasm.”

“What you must know is that in addition to her faith, there was nothing more important to Maxine than her family.  She spoke often and lovingly of her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews, cousins and other members of her extended family.

And as her own children and grandchildren grew up, her love extended to their spouses as though they had always been part of the family.  You all were certainly a source of pride in her life and she loved each of you very much.”

“Maxine had many talents, hobbies and interests.

Cooking was one of Maxine’s favorite activities.  Indeed, one can only conclude that Maxine was a Rachael Ray before there was a Rachael Ray.  The Bowman sibs remember how Maxine made homemade yogurt while they were growing up, way before yogurt was readily available at the local grocery store.  In fact, years later when yogurt became popular on store shelves, John expressed some real surprise, when he found out that there actually were flavors of yogurt…apparently your Mom prepared the plain, vanilla variety (probably healthier that way!)

Maxine also was way ahead of her time nutritionally as she would try to sneak in “healthy ingredients” such as wheat germ, flax seed, tofu and carob into regular recipes to get her family to eat healthy.  And using the harvest from Dad Novy’s garden, Maxine would can all kinds of things to store in the basement for future consumption.

Maxine and her fruit pies were legendary.  Apparently not satisfied with store bought apples, Maxine would harvest her own from apple trees.  According to Granddaughters Renee and Carrie, this “harvesting” involved climbing up into the trees to shake out the apples.  And to the surprise of no one, Maxine actually did this into her 70’s!!”

“I also remember being the recipient of yummy dishes prepared by Maxine for our congregational potlucks.  Thinking back on those, and based on what I know now, it makes me kind of wonder if Maxine ever slipped in any wheat germ or oat bran into any of those!

To the family, music was as natural as breathing.  Maxine would often wake up the kids by belting out a song to rouse them from their beds.  And growing up on the farm, the kids were used to their Mom singing hymns out loud while working around the house.

And I never quite got the right terminology here…whether the Bowman siblings were “offered” piano lessons or “forced” to engage, but Mother Maxine taught her kids piano and was a stickler for daily practice sessions.

And the family Von Trap had nothing on Family Bowman.   Beginning in Warrensburg with Karen and Patti, and continuing on with Bobbi, John and Maggie…where there were 2 or more children gathered, there was opportunity for a choir – in multi part harmony, and led by Maxine’s encouragement and guidance!  And I’ve heard they were AWESOME!

Maxine’s family also remembers her as a talented seamstress, making clothes for each of the kids.  This talent extended not only in the sewing of kid-sized clothes, but also miniature-sized in the form of handmade outfits for Carrie’s Barbie’s and cabbage patch dolls.

Apparently, Maxine once sewed a leisure suit in a dusty rose color for Novy to wear.  Now even in the 70’s a hand-made, pinkish suit might have caused people to look twice, but I think we can all be confident that Novy wore it with pride and loving appreciation for his wife’s talents!

Maxine and Novy encouraged their family to explore the world, and this included various camping experiences closer to home.  For one particular camping trip, the sibs remember that their Mom made them each their own duffle bag…each bag had a different stripe of color that matched the color of their toothbrush!  As a mother of 5 active kids, I’m sure this was just one of the many tricks that Maxine used to keep them all organized!”

There are so many “Forever lessons” that we can learn from Maxine’s life: (1) the importance of lifelong learning.(2)…kindness to all people (3)…the importance of building a foundation in Faith through God and Jesus Christ (4) living a life of joy.”

“And in a world that might seem difficult to face without our Maxine among us…the smiles, laughter and memories she created will live on forever.”

For Maxine and her family, lovingly by Debbie Galbraith, April 3, 2015

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Thank you, Debbie, for this lovely gift to our family and those who loved our mom.

Funerals, Family, and Food

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Tuesday, nine days ago, Maxine Bowman, my mother died.  She, and my dad who had died a few years before, were MUCH loved in Lawrence, Kansas.  Being the very organized mother that she was, mom planned what music and readings she wanted to have at her funeral.

We planned for Sunday afternoon, so those who wanted to fly or drive had time to make travel arrangements.  The church was full of those wanting to honor Maxine.  Back in the kitchen a small group of women quietly uncovered dishes and laid out a spread of food for those who would want to visit or just make sandwiches for the long drive home.  These women don’t get paid for the food or the service.  They do it as a gift of comfort.  They are in the background so others can visit, share stories, or mourn.

My sister and niece both teach in the same school.  A group of their co-workers brought by a ton of food to the “Hub” (Renee and Jon’s house) where we gathered nightly as family and invited guests visited and shared stories.

But wait, there was more.  Extended family brought/prepared food and another church brought food to the “Hub” house.  Pantry, freezers, refrigerators…all filling over.

We knew it was an outpouring of love for mom and all of us.  We were thankful for every dish, every box or bag.

When a loved one dies, it is so surreal.  Many wanted to do something…SOMETHING.  We received flowers, donations for my mom’s favorite charity, and loads of food.

Renee and Jon, the “Hub” hosts had one rule *smile*  At the end of the week everybody had to take some food home.  Seriously…everybody!

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The picture does not include all the meats, cheeses, casseroles, or the dessert table.  Many gathered the food to share with others.  Funeral and food…I guess it’s a cultural thing.  I bless the heart of each person who brought/prepared dishes, trays, drinks, and bags.

What cultural experiences do you have when a loved one dies?