Morning Meanderings… Feeling a little LOST

Good morning!  Sipping the coffee this morning, writing a post, and heading out the door by 8 am….

ahhh….. it’s good to be back.

Yesterday I went up town one time… to pick up a few groceries and to the book store to pick up my book club read that is up for discussion on Tuesday, The Christmas Sweater by Glenn Beck.  The rest of the day I sat in the recliner downstairs with my laptop doing a little blog reading and watching LOST episodes one after another.


When LOST was on TV I never felt caught up.  If I missed an episode I would be wondering why someone who had previously died or been missing, was now walking around the show set like all was right with the world.  The flash forwards, flash backs, and the occasion flash sideways had me feeling….. well….. uhhhhhh……

lost.

So I stopped watching the shows and decided that I would take this winter to go through them all starting right from Season one episode one.  And that is what I am doing.

We had a moment in Honduras when as we trudged through some jungle like territory to view a water system that would bring water to people who previously did not have it, I thought that we were on the set of LOST.

See:

Anyway… today I hope to watch more LOST, do a little laundry and relax some more as tomorrow…. it is full steam ahead.  Later today I hope to share a recipe with you that will make your mouth water and possibly a review as well if I can get my act together.

Any fun Sunday plans?

Morning Meanderings… Back in Minnesota and with a giveaway!

Good morning!

I am sitting at MY OWN kitchen table this morning with MY OWN coffee cup.

We left Honduras (84 degrees) yesterday at 1:00 pm and arrived back on my doorstep at 1:30 a.m. (17 degrees and snowing) this morning.

Finally… the snow on my blog makes sense again.

I am glad to be home and over the next few days I will share pictures, happenings, and recipes with you surrounding the 10 days I spent traveling around Honduras with 6 friends, exploring options of where we can team up in the future.  It was an amazing trip, but we spent a lot (A LOT) of time in a car traveling here and there, sometimes 4 -5 hours one way so you can imagine that I am excited to start moving (literally) again!

The people who were with us and drove us around were Terry and Colleen Hawk.  Missionaries of Honduras and amazing people.  I have known them for years, but this year was the year these two amazing people went from acquaintances to friends.


Terry’s dad, Don Hawk was the man who came to Honduras on a banana boat in 1968 to start a school for underprivileged boys.  He applied to do this through a mission agency and was turned down – however he felt called to do this anyway, so packed up his wife and his two small sons at the time and to Honduras they went.

Now all these years later, while Don passed away at the age of 59, the school (the farm school I showed pictures of earlier) flourishes, and Terry’s sons and grandchildren are still doing things in Honduras that has really changed the country.  It was an honor to spend time getting to know Terry and Colleen better.

Terry and Colleen Hawk

SO – I tell you all this today because the book, Come What May by Betty Hockett is the story of Dawn Hawk.  I read it several years back but now that I know more of the story, I want to read it again.


The Giveaway

The giveaway I want to do is for a bag of Honduran coffee (which is delicious!).  All I would like is a comment here for letting me know a trip that you have taken that has inspired a book purchase (trip and book title).

One Bonus Entry

If you would like to subscribe to my blog (upper right side bar) and let me know in a separate comment here (or if you already subscribe) and that will count as an extra entry.

Winner will be chosen using random.org on Wednesday morning – December 14th.

 

It’s good to be home!

Guest Post: Christmas Memories

Laurel is one of the first bloggers I remember really connecting with back when I first was a rooky blogger.  She was new as well so we bounced ideas off of each other.  Laurel is an author of several books and runs more blogs than anyone I know! She’s great to stop in and visit me in the mornings with her own coffee cup in hand.

Sheila

 

 

When we think about home, we are immediately swept away by all kinds of images—emotional ones, to be sure—and they range from nostalgic to other, less positive images.

There are many clichés about home, from “home is where the heart is” to “you can’t go home again.”  We each have a wide range of memories about home, starting with our own childhoods.  Probably the ones that are most familiar are those associated with special events and holidays.

Right now, with Christmas looming, “home for the holiday” themes abound, from the ads we see to the TV movies that strike a nostalgic chord about home.  Those “Norman Rockwell” images used to grace the covers of popular magazines.


My childhood was full of TV families in their homes that came into our own homes, creating an image of home and family— from “Ozzie and Harriet” to less conventional ones, like “The Beverly Hillbillies.”  One such TV family’s existence owed its life to a holiday special about home, which then expanded into a TVseries.  Remember the voices calling out in the evening?  “Good-night, John-Boy!”  Of course, you say, “The Waltons”—they became almost an institution, with those homey scenes.  Those poignant tones calling out at the end of the day conjured up nostalgic images.  Even if you never had “home-like” experiences like those.

Some of you missed out on those particular scenes, growing up after shows like that faded away.  But for us “Baby Boomers,” our younger days were replete with these shows.

In my own life, my homes have been varied.  Growing up in a farmhouse surrounded by fields and country roads, I had a different kind of experience from my own children, who lived in all kinds of houses, including apartments and townhouses, as well as suburban ranch style or English tudor ones.  We even lived for awhile in an A-frame cottage in the foothills.  But in each “home,” their fathers and I brought our own little piece of home into the physical dwellings, and encircled our families with our traditions.

These days, I live alone, but grown children and grandchildren come to my home periodically, so I have created still another version of home for the holidays with these special visitors in mind.  I have collected a few holiday-themed items over the years, but have none of the ornaments from my own childhood or my children’s.  Instead, I have more recent acquisitions that are themed to evoke childhood memories, like my Disney collections.  They were selected with the goal of reminding me of special childhood feelings and memories.


Referring to these collections as part of my “second childhood” series, because of that aspect about them, I can fantasize to my heart’s content and create the ambiance that I seek.

Two days ago, my grandson Noah helped me pull some of my special decorations out of their boxes, and we surrounded ourselves with the “home for the holidays” theme, Disney-style.

Here are a few of my favorites.

This first one says “hearth and home” to me, while the second one says “welcome,” with the miniature tree covered in ornament frames of each of my grandchildren.  Then, instead of hanging my stockings on a mantle, you’ll see them on my folding screen.  One of them belongs to my son who is not going to be home for the holidays, because he lives in Europe.


Then, on my largest bookshelf, I have clustered various Christmasy Disney images, with a family of Christmas bears tucked away underneath, next to the giant Mickey Mouse.  In the final photo, Mr. and Mrs. Santa cozy up to a birdhouse, a birdcage, and some more bears.


So there you have it!  My current version of “home for the holidays.”


Visit Laurel at Creative Memories to see what is going on in her life.

Morning Meanderings… I Am Coming Home!

Good morning.  This is my last morning in Honduras.  We are up and packed and head to the airport at 10 am.  Our flight leaves at 1 pm today and we will land in Minneapolis around 10 pm tonight. Then drive two and a half hours back to Brainerd after we have recaptured our luggage and caught a shuttle to the park and fly and pick up our cars.

Travel days really sucks….

As I look out my window this morning in Tegucigalpa, Honduras I am going to miss the warm weather. I will have to get home and put away the Capri’s and sleeveless shirts again!

On the flip side of that… it will nice to be home.

Right: Me, Megan Pence, Julie Steiff, and Colleen Hawk (Tegucigalpa, Honduras)

See you all soon in Minnesota!

Guest Post: Christmas Cheer and Giving

Trisha really cracks me up!  I had the privilege of meeting her at BEA this past spring and knew after I met this fun full of life person that I had to watch her blog!  She writes amazing posts and I had the opportunity to fill in as a guest post for her a few months back and it was a lot of fun!

 

Sheila


This time of year makes it perfectly clear
That women really run the show.
Their skirts and their tops stay pleasantly hot
Despite the cold and the snow.

They jingle and jangle in beads and in bangles
With nary a wince or a frown.
With red-lipped smiles and feminine wiles,
They inspire men to lay money down.

To charity it goes for food and for clothes
Presents for those who are without.
Spreading good cheer, at this time of year,
Is what the holiday is all about.

So bring on the minis, on the curvy and skinny,
Sweet perfume wafting gently on air.
We’ll give you a peck, if you give us a check
To show the whole world how you care.


Sheila is off to Honduras on a mission trip, and in the spirit of her giving nature, I thought I would provide you guys with some links to charities which would love your support this Christmas:

Toys for Tots: The mission of the U. S. Marine Corps Reserve Toys for Tots Program is to collect new, unwrapped toys during October, November and December each year, and distribute those toys as Christmas gifts to needy children in the community in which the campaign is conducted.


Make a Wish Foundation: The Make a Wish Foundation grants the wishes of children with life-threatening medical conditions to enrich the human experience with hope, strength and joy.


Angel Tree: Angel Tree, a program of Prison Fellowship, seeks to reconcile prisoners and their families to God and to each other through the delivery of Christmas gifts and the Gospel message.


Soldiers Angels: To make sure that no soldier goes unappreciated, Soldier’s Angels provides Christmas care packages with blankets, snacks, socks, and holiday cards.

If you know of a great charity to donate to for Christmas, please leave a link in the comments section!

 

Stop in and visit Trisha at Eclectic Eccentric

Morning Meanderings…. Another awesome morning in Honduras

 

Good morning!  Como esta?

Uhhh… yeah I know a little Spanish.  VERY LITTLE.

We have been having a wonderful time here in Honduras.  What an experience to travel every day to new areas of opportunity.  We have been to so many different projects and missions.

Yesterday we were able to go to AFE which is a school for children who live in the dump of Tegucigalpa.  I have been here and worked here a few times before, including the group I came with last November.  There is a little boy there names Samir who has captured my heart since the first time I seen him.  Every year that I have returned he knows me by name and I melt every time I hear him say it.  There are many people who come from the states and work at this school so the fact that he remembers me just impresses me all the more.

We were toured around the school this year by the wife of the man who created the X Box.  No kidding.  We were told that he had come to Honduras on a trip and loved what was happening at AFE and really helped financially with the project.  While walking through the school and seeing all they have done in the last year I heard a little voice,

“Cheala!”  (They have trouble with the “Sh” sound.)

I turned and there was Samir.

That made my day!

If you look at the sticky post above this one, Samir is the boy in the picture with me.  That was November of 2009.  Yesterday, my husband took a new picture for me.

 

Samir and I - December 2010

Today, about an hour from now, we are off to visit the transition house.  This is a place where kids go when taken off the streets to assist them in getting off the drugs and leading a healthier life.  I have been here before too and there is a little boy here – Louise, who was taken off the streets a few years back at one year old.  I am hoping I get a chance to see him today.  He was with his older brother on the streets when they were found, his older brother is at Manuelito who can house older boys but children as young as Louise stay at the transistion house until they are a bit older.  I would think in the next year or two he was move out to Manuelito with his brother.

Having my coffee, enjoying the start to my day…..  😀

A home in Talanga Honduras
A home in Talanga Honduras

 

 

Flowers in Tegucigalpa
Flowers in Tegucigalpa

 

 

 

The room we are staying in Honduras

 

 

Guest Post: The Perfect Love Song

Sharon and I originally started chatting though Nings Book Blogs.  She is fun to discuss books with and I enjoy visiting her blog and seeing what changes she has made to her layout as well as what she is reading.

Sheila

 

I was so excited when Sheila asked me to be a guest blogger while she is away on her mission trip! I so admire her for her courage and willingness to help others by going on these wonderful trips to the Honduras. Safe travels, my friend!

Since the holiday season is now upon us, I wanted to share with you a lovely holiday book that I read recently – “The Perfect Love Song: A Holiday Story” by Patti Callahan Henry.

Here is a little about the book from the cover:

Jimmy Sullivan has been living on the road with his brother, Jack, and his band The Unknown Souls. Without a place to call home, Jimmy and Jack lead a nomadic life filled with music and anonymous cities. When they return to a place Jimmy never wants to see again—their old hometown of Seaboro, South Carolina—he falls in love with his childhood friend Charlotte Carrington.

With his soul now filled with hope, Jimmy writes his first love song. When he performs it at a holiday concert to a standing ovation, the lyrics are dubbed the “Perfect Love Song,” so much so that Jimmy finds himself going on tour with famous country music stars, catapulted into a world where the trappings of fame and fortune reign supreme.

All too soon, the hope that had once inspired Jimmy to write such beautiful, genuine lyrics is overshadowed by what the song can do for him and his career. In his thirst for recognition, he agrees to miss Jack’s wedding in Ireland to sing at a Christmas Eve concert. And his ties to Charlotte seem to be ever so quickly slipping away. Is it too late to find his way to Ireland, to his brother, and to love?

My Thoughts:

I have enjoyed Patti Callahan Henry’s books for several years, and was delighted to find out she had written a Christmas story this year. A semi-sequel to her previous book, “When Light Breaks,” it was a real treat to revisit the familiar surroundings and warm characters that I enjoyed in that story.

“A Perfect Love Song” incorporates the voice of a narrator, one lively Irish lady named Maeve Mahoney, who although now deceased continues to be interested in the lives of her beloved friends and guides them to the happiness they so richly deserve. Gotta love a pushy Irish ghost!

Henry also captures the behind-the-scenes workings of the music business with accuracy, including all the wheelings and dealings that often go on in spite of what the musicians and performers want. And this story also includes a great look at how true love can overcome overwhelming obstacles.

I found “A Perfect Love Song” to be a perfect Christmas story to start off the season!

Check out Patti Callahan Henry’s website for more information on her writing and upcoming projects at www.patticallahanhenry.com

Happy Holidays, everyone, and as always – Happy Reading, Ya’ll!

Sharon Galligar Chance


Pop in  and say hi to Sharon at:  Sharon’s Garden of Book Reviews


Guest Post: Cherry Balls from Amy

Amy is another blogger I met at BEA and actually knew her by name from comments on the blog so it was so fun to meet her in person!  Amy reads so many wonderful books I have to be careful going to her blog because I tend to leave with a wish list!  😀

Sheila

First of all, thank you so much Sheila for asking me to write up a guest post. I hope you are having a wonderful time in Honduras and I’m glad I can do a little bit to help you out while you are there!
Christmas is seriously one of my favorite times of the year. I love picking out the perfect gift for people, I love the kindness of strangers, how so many people donate to charities and food banks to help others, I love the music, and ummm… I really really love the food!

One of my favorite things to do at Christmas is my baking. I love taking a day or two to relax, play some Christmas music, and make treats that I can share with family and friends. And eat myself of course! And among all of my baking and treat making, my absolute favorite Christmas treat are Cherry Balls! They are delicious, and super easy to make.


Cherry Balls

1 1/2 cup icing sugar
1/2 cup margarine
1 1/2 cup fine coconut
2 tbsp cream or milk
1 tsp almond flavoring
1 package of baking cherries
1 package of flaked coconut

Mix the first ingredients well and place in the fridge until cold and hard. Use your hands to wrap each cherry in the mixture, and then roll in the coarse or flaked coconut.
Keep refrigerated.
Oh, and I recommend some Michael Buble and Amy Grant Christmas music to listen to while baking, of course. They are both pretty awesome 🙂
I’ve been lucky enough to have already done a lot of my baking this year. I know it is early, but I’ve had family visiting so I took a few days in mid-November to go out to my parents house and visit. While there, I did some of my baking.


I hope you all enjoy the Cherry Balls, and have a wonderful Christmas! Thank you again to Sheila for letting me share.
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Stop over to Amy’s blog to see what else she is up to these days at Amy Reads

Morning Meanderings… a second update from Honduras

Good morning!  I have spent the last two nights in El Sembrador in Honduras.  We are at a place called the “farm school” where young boys are taught academics, wood working, farming, welding, etc…  It is a four-hour drive from the main city of Tegucigalpa so we came here on Saturday and stayed a full day and will now head back towards Tegucigalpa this morning.

The farm school is an amazing place and a wonderful asset for Honduras.  My favorite experience of the day was going and seeing the baby cows and piggies.  (The pig barns smelled awful though and that tour was followed by a long shower!)

The calves really were cute!

Yup.... couldn't quit smiling!

Baby pigs too.... and they said I had to hold him this way so he did not squeal.


Well I am “coffeed” up and ready to go.  I will try to touch base again, should be easier now that we are going back into the main city….. that means internet!  😀

Guest Post: A Christmas Memory

Ryan and I connected a little over a year ago.  I believe he was a new blogger at the time and we just connected.   Last year he was my Review Swap Partner for Book Blogger Appreciation Week and I had a great time interviewing him.  Ryan used to live in Minnesota so we tend to talk about that and I just love reading his blog as he always has something interesting going on!

Sheila

Though I’m not quite sure why I’ve been thinking a lot about one certain Christmas from my childhood. It was the Christmas of 1985 and we had just moved back to Two Harbors, MN earlier that year. I think that Christmas will always stick in my head because that year did not start off very well.

We had been living in California previous too that and needless to say the experience wasn’t one to brag about, especially the last month or two. I’m not really clear on the details of what happened but long story short my mother ended up homeless with two little boys to take care of, I was only 8 at the time and my younger brother was 6. We stayed in a shelter for a few days, but this shelter only allowed people to stay for three days so after that we were sleeping on the streets. I don’t have a lot of memories swirling in my head about those days but one thing I do remember is this really small soul food restaurant that was owned by the sweetest woman in the world. I wish I could remember her name or even the name of the restaurant but she was good to us. She made sure we had something to eat and I can still remember the taste of her potato salad that had just a nice amount of barbecue sauce in it. It was so good my mouth is starting to get a little watery. It was also the first time I had ever had sweet potato pie or Big Red soda, both of which are two things I can still not truly live without.

I’m a little fuzzy on how long the street living lasted but I know it was for a few weeks at least. Eventually the people we had been living with found out what was going on and allowed my mom to move back in, which gave her the time to get a hold of my grandparents who got us back home to Two Harbors. The only other memory I really have of that time, the homeless part anyway since I have tons of memories of living in California that aren’t all that bad, was when we were in the shelter. I can remember sitting on the floor and watching The Land of the Lost on TV and for just a moment I was able to forget about the adult world around me that wasn’t making all that much sense.

We were back home in Two Harbors by that May and I don’t think I truly appreciated or realized the full extent of what we had lived through and escaped from. Looking back at it now, I’m amazed that my mom was able to stay sane through it all and always managed to find a way to provide for us. Once we were back in MN though I felt like all that was behind us and I’m not sure I really thought about it all that much for the next few years. I was able to go to school in clean clothes, sleep in a bed, eat all the food I could ever want and not gain an ounce from it (wish that was true now), but most of all I felt safe again. We didn’t live in a big house, it was a two-story apartment on the edge of town. But it was new and clean and it gave me the security I needed at the time. It also helped that my grandparents only lived about 5 blocks away.

By Christmas time things were really looking up, though we were still poor as could be, my mom did everything she could to make sure we had a fantastic Christmas. I remember the three of us cutting snowflakes out of writing paper and taping them on all the windows, not that we didn’t have enough real snow outside. It was so much fun and something I still do, though we don’t tape them up. They are used to decorate the fridge now. We hung Christmas lights on all the windows and put up the biggest tree we could find and put all the Christmas decorations it could handle on it. My favorite were these icicle lights and a circus elephant that made me smile every time I glanced it on the tree. My mom was and probably still is a lover of all things garland and tinsel so the tree was decked out in all the metallic shimmer your eyes would ever want to see. Add on the homemade popcorn and cranberry strings and that poor tree probably wanted to fall down from all the weight.

The presents that year still stick in my head as the greatest of the great. It was the year I got my first Agatha Christie books, the puzzle of outer space, and the Dayton Hudson Santa Bear I so desperately wanted. I know that some of them either came from my grandparents (their old Atari system that was like gold to me) or the Salvation Army (the orange clip on tie she got me so I could wear it to church with our neighbors). No matter where they came from though I knew she put thought and love into them and she fought tooth and nail to give us a Christmas we would never forget. She did the best she could that year and I love her for it still.

Why this Christmas really sticks in my memory is because of one night and how that night still resonates within me. I can still remember that while I was home by myself, my mom and brother were at a neighbors, I was sitting in a chair by that overly laden Christmas tree. I had just turned off most of the lights in the house and I was listening to the Chipmunks Christmas album while I was reading a book. It was snowing outside and I remember watching the snow fall in the back yard which overlooked the woods and I’m not sure I have ever felt that at peace or that right with the world. I know those are heavy things for a 9 year old (I had a birthday in August) to be thinking, but looking back on it, I think they are the right words to use. I felt so secure in that moment that I think it instilled a love of all things Christmas in me that would last me the rest of my life. No matter what is going on in my life, the bills that need to be paid, the car that needs to be replaced (not right now thankfully), or all the other stresses that keep us up some nights; Christmas seems to brush them all to the side. The joy and love that this season embodies makes me feel like that 9 year old again, safe and secure and sure that nothing bad is going to happen to me. That no matter what I’ve had to deal with over the past year, Christmas is the time to let it all go and know that everything is right with the world, even if it’s only for a month.

I would like to thank Sheila for the opportunity to share this memory with you, though to be honest this wasn’t what I was going to do the post about. When I first sat down to write I was going to do a post about my favorite Christmas songs but for some reason I felt the need to share this story and I hope you enjoyed it. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas filled with all the love and laughter your hearts can handle.

Read more of what Ryan has to say at his blog, Wordsmithonia