Following is a blog I wrote a year ago and posted it on MySpace. It was shortly after this time that we finally received a good hard snow. This day however, couldn't make up its mind which way to present itself. The pictures are of Michael and Joby playing in the snow.
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Thursday, January 04, 2007
A SEASON TO REMEMBER MY CHILDREN Current mood: nostalgic
TODAY IS A STRANGE DAY. IT RAINED, THEN HAILED, THEN SNOWED, THEN ??'D, THEN MELTED. I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS WEATHER AT ALL.
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Memories of Montana...
MAKES ME THINK BACK ON ALL THE BEAUTIFUL SNOW THAT FELL IN MONTANA. FOUR CUTE KIDS RAN AROUND THE INSIDE OF OUR HOUSE BUNDLED IN WARM CLOTHES PLAYING AS IF THEY WERE PUPS OUTSIDE ON A WARM SUMMER DAY. IT WAS THE SEASON OF INSIDE PRETENDING; BUILDING LINCOLN LOGS HOUSES, LEGO BUILDINGS, PLAYING THE "GUESS WHO GAME", AND MAKING PLAYDO CUTOUTS. LIBRARY TRIPS WERE COMMON OUTINGS WHICH AWARDED THESE INQUISITIVE CHILDREN WITH MANY FUN BOOKS TO READ ON THESE COLD, WINTRY DAYS.
"BILLY AND BLAZE" WAS A FAVORITE BOOK SERIES WITH DAVID. RACHEL LOVED THE "BOX CAR CHILDREN." SOMEDAY, I WILL GET THE SERIES FOR BOTH SETS JUST BECAUSE IT WILL REMIND ME OF THOSE YEARS WITH YOUNG CHILDREN.
"BILLY AND BLAZE" WAS A FAVORITE BOOK SERIES WITH DAVID. RACHEL LOVED THE "BOX CAR CHILDREN." SOMEDAY, I WILL GET THE SERIES FOR BOTH SETS JUST BECAUSE IT WILL REMIND ME OF THOSE YEARS WITH YOUNG CHILDREN.
RACHEL LOVED TO SING AND DANCE AND SWEEP AREAS OF THE HOUSE. DAVID RAN UP AND DOWN THE HALL WAY MAKING ANIMAL CALLS, AND BUILDING THINGS SUCH AS BLANKET FORTS, HOT WHEEL TRACKS (AND FITTING IN A SIBLING TEASE WHEN HE COULD). JOBY WAS CRAWLING INTO, UNDER AND ON TOP OF EVERYTHING! MICHAEL, AS ALWAYS WAS THE QUIET ONE...READING BOOKS, SMILING SWEETLY, WHILE ENTERTAINING HIMSELF HAPPILY.
I WILL ALWAYS MISS THOSE COLD WINTER DAYS IN MONTANA WHEN THE CHILDREN WERE YOUNG. I WILL ALWAYS MISS BEING A MOTHER WITH YOUNG CHILDREN; HEARING THOSE CHILDHOOD VOICES, ESPECIALLY THE GIGGLES, WERE ESPECIALLY ENDEARING; AND NOW ARE ONLY ECHOES OF MEMORIES IN MY MIND. I FEEL LIKE CRYING BECAUSE I CAN SEE MY YOUNG CHILDREN SO CLEARLY IN MY MIND AS I SHUT MY EYES......
I SIT HERE RIGHT NOW LISTENING TO THE DRYER GOING, JOBY IS ON OUR BED BEHIND ME HUGGIN' ON ARBY, THATCHER IS BEGGING OUTSIDE THE CLOSED DOOR TO COME INTO THE BEDROOM WITH JOBY, THE COMPUTER NEXT TO ME IS MAKING WHITE COMPUTER NOISE, I CAN HEAR DAVY NOW TALKING TO THATCHER....
THESE ARE JUST SIMPLE EVERYDAY NOISES; THEY ARE NOTHING IN THEMSELVES EXCEPTIONAL. HOWEVER, PUTTING THEM ALL TOGETHER INTO ONE THOUGHT WHILE HEARING THEM, I KNOW THEY ARE THE NOISES OF MY HOME THAT IS FILLED WITH A SPECIAL FAMILY WHO ARE STILL CREATINGHAPPY MEMORIES.
I LOVE YOU MY SILLY CHILDREN.
MOM
MOM
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Here is a blog I put up in MySpace. It has to do with Montana as well.
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006
2:54 PM - Montana
Current mood: grateful
Category: Travel and Places
Just think about this for a second: If everyone who says that they love nature and camping really did go out wouldn't the woods be packed with people? Creepy.
I wish that everyone could take the time to appreciate the world that God has created. Growing up in Montana, I got to see what I would call virgin land. They call it the Big Sky state and it is. The sunsets there are literally breath taking. I remember going over a hill and there it was....orange, purple, grey, yellow, pink, blue, green etc. I couldn't decribe all the colors because there are not names for them. That view is what I saw a lot heading back home from town. You would have rolling brown hills to the right with such little vegitation that they appeared smooth. To the left were the rockies..........hugs, beautiful, blue, gray, black, green and white. They always had snow. They glowed blue and purple at night. I could see the ski lights on them at night making it look like sparkles. Well, that is how I saw it then. That part of the Rockies was called The Beartooths because they had huge sharp tops splitting out in crazy directions. The springs up in the mountains are so fresh you could drink from them. You didn't see chopped down forest. The trees were huge and thick and just the way God planned them to grow. Well, there was some tree cutting since we would drive up the mountain and cut our Christmas tree there every year. The snow there is perfect. It isn't too sloshy or too dry. I never had a birthday there without snow. My brothers, Dad and I made an igloo one year. What kid wouldn't want that. There is something so pure about that land out there. There are communities there that have laws against certain businesses and structures so that the town keeps the historical feel. I am not talking resorts town but regular towns. I remember being excited if we saw certain geese return to our pond during the summers after they migrated. We had frequent visitors like coyotes, deer and elk. Our home was built on one of the original wagon trails and on our property was an old homestead and wagon with it four wheels still.
I know that there is a lot of this in Oregon but I can't share with you the real beauty of Montana. It is as I mentioned...breath taking. I believe that anyone after visiting there would never forget it. It leaves a mark on you, it really does. If any of my brothers read this you know exactly what I am talking about.
Cheers to The Big Sky State!
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