A year at the coast (not really)

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Dreams and goals are a funny lot.  They change or intensify as other things either move out of the way, take their place, or come true.

I once had a dream to live on the coast.  I didn’t have to live there forever….just one year.  I wanted to see all the seasons, storms and all.  My life changed and without regret, I put that dream in my back pocket.

It’s years later, and I dusted off that dream and looked at it in a different way.  What if hubs and I stayed 3 days and 2 nights at the coast each month for an entire year. That would do it!

Last month was our Ocean family reunion  Fox Fun

November, hubs and I stayed at a favorite spot in Lincoln City “The Sandcastle.”  The weather was nippy, indeed, but I saw several rainbows over the ocean.  What a hopeful image.  We also watched a seal travel north to south, popping its head up every once in a while.  Our eyes were glued to the waves when one or the other of us would call out….”there it is”……….. “there it is”…….. “there it is.”

We took some time out of our ocean watching to pop in and out of the quirky little shops downtown. Unhurried, we were able to chat with some of the store owners.  Being November, downtown looked like a ghost town.  But hubs and I were content. Some of that had to do with his favorite pizza place, Tie-Dye Pizza, being open.

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In the middle of the night I crept to the curtains and peeked out. The tide was out and above, clouds had parted enough for me to gaze at the stars.  On our last morning we saw patches of glorious blue sky.  While this picture does not show it, what looks like a speck in the center of the photo is really a half moon.

On our way home we saw that someone with time and a sense of humor had grown a smiley face on the side of a hill.  From our view it looked a little like “The Grinch that Stole Christmas” but I am sure the intent was a smiley face.

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A lovely weekend.  Goodbye ocean…..see you next month.

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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.

A Man, A Dog and a Hummingbird — sanseilife

I came upon this post by Paula Matsumoto (www.sanseilife.wordpress.com) and found the video charming. My parents passed on their wonderment when it came to hummingbirds (and many creatures roaming around their acreage in Kansas).  Mom and dad would sit quietly on the porch in the early morning or the late evening at watch the hummingbirds feed.  Their code, when a hummingbird was near, was to make a “hummmm” sound yet stay very still as not to startle the feeders.

Enjoy the video Paula found and passed on in her blog:

via A Man, A Dog and a Hummingbird — sanseilife

What makes a community?

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My mother recently died and her memorial service was in Kansas.  I wrote about that in the post: Maxine Bowman

Soon after returning back to Oregon, a dear friend of mine died.  It was to be a relatively uneventful procedure which surprisingly turned into two horrible months in the hospital before she decided that her body had had enough.  I was honored to be a small part of the service celebrating her life. More than that, I was honored to be her friend.

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During the days and weeks before my friend died, many of us had a type of phone tree.  Any update would be sent through text, tweet, FB share, phone, or voice.  Those receiving messages would send them on to their friends and family. We requested prayers, chants, and good thoughts for the family and doctors.

Those who make fun of the “coldness” of social media – just aren’t doing it right. A pebble, dropped into a clear pond can make waves that reach a bank unknown.  That’s how I felt when texting out prayer or support requests.  Grandbabies drew hearts and gave extra hugs.  Twitter friends sent supportive messages that lifted my spirits.

So, a community can be old school (face to face) or a wish sent, in the blink of an eye, half way around the world.  I like that we can re-define community and I want to thank those who have given me such support.

Whatever you do….pick up the phone, text, send a card, tweet.  It’s not nothing.  It can really make someone’s day.

When my husband and I returned from the memorial service, there was a hand crafted card (pictured above) tucked in our mail box from my sister.  Sweet words of support were written inside.  A great model for us all. Reach out to your community, however you define it.

We heal together.

 

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.

I won the lottery!!

With all the hype about this most recent lottery, I’ve reflected on my personal winnings.  I’ve been lucky enough to watch my two step sons grow to be fine men, husbands, and dads.  I hit the jackpot when it comes to my daughter-in-laws…such fine women, wives, and moms.

Robert and I live in the same town as our four grandbabies and have the honor of seeming them often.

Recently with my Robert in a cast and my own tumble on ice, there have been a few tasks that we’ve not been able to do.  While I know our kids a super busy, I texted out a number of things we needed.  Instantly my phone was beeping with “consider it done” “no problem” and the like.

They were as good as their word and brought treats, changed light bulbs, stored boxes in the attic, took down outside lights, and basically did things that were too high or too heavy for me to do alone.

This morning my battery was dead.  The trickle charge that my step son and daughter-in-law helped set up for me the night before did not work (because the battery was beyond help).  So my daughter-in-law left work to jump the car and then follow me to the battery store.

Such blessings.  Instead of “making it rain” with money, they have showered us with such love, trust, support, and thoughtfulness that we feel we’ve hit it big!