The day turned out to be very clear and bright--beautiful!











I was looking for a devotional book on Handel's Messiah--because it has a cd in it with the Hallelujah chorus and...--anyway--I found an envelope of pictures at the bottom on the cabinet I was looking into--poor photography--very poor--but the pictures were mostly from our years in Edwards,--Mississippi almost 20 years ago.
We lived in a manse--a parsonage--a church owned preacher house. We lived there for 5 years--at our first church Jason pastored. The second bathroom was a mess--as you see--but the deacons did fix it up before we left. I have mentioned to a few people about the water in Edwards--lots of lignite or iron or something--said to be safe (I drank it:) needed lots of clorox in white wash loads--Made your skin and hair really soft and slippery--hard to "feel" rinsed off. I have said--a bath tub full looked like ice tea--southern tea, strong--or maybe even coca cola.
Well--here it is--only a few inches deep in this bath--
This was the blue bathroom between our room and the boys bedroom. There was a bathroom with a lot of brown in it in the main hall--which Hannah--and later Linnea used. Hence--Jack's oft repeated observation..
"BLUE IS FOR BOYS---
BROWN IS FOR GIRLS"
I was always confused about the "brown", I always expected him to say "pink" but just a few years ago Hannah reminded me about the brown bathroom--that girl is so smart.

As I was writing the last post--I had a sudden inclination to write about my mother, Jeanne. Saturday was the 20th anniversary(Is that what you call it?) of her death. She was 61--I was 28. Is it because of the nice round number of 20 that my mind seems to think of her more--and my heart to miss her--after such a long time? Is it because so much transition is bubbling in our home that I would like her to be here--her memory added to mine--"How did you..? What was...? Did I... ?"
My mother and me--1957. She was a great cook, a seamstress, an organized housekeeper--and worked full-time outside our home for most of my life. I rarely saw her messy--she wore stockings and a dress on picnics!

This must have been late 1983--2 years before she died. She moved to Mississippi with us in 1981 and eventually lived with us for about 2 years.
She was a cheerful, positive woman--and a great help to me as a young mother. And a loving grandma, too.
Now that my children are just about all in adulthood--I have a greater appreciation for her encouragement. Was it hard for her to keep her opinions to herself? Did she wince as I fumbled along in my parenting, etc?
I've had 20 years without her and I want to tell anyone who reads this--to those who never knew her--I just want to say--The Lord blessed me with such a good mom--and I probably didn't tell her that often enough.