Monthly Archives: August 2008

Our Newlyweds are home!!!

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Even in my joy,
my heart hurts for this girlie’s family.
I never gave it much thought in 1973, when it was me, leaving my family behind.

In other news —
(Drum roll, please!)
I bought a new camera. 
This picture was taken with it, and I think I shall like it quite muchly!!!


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Our Senior

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Today our baby went off to High School as a Senior.
How did this happen?
Where was I looking when this precious little girl
Became a wonderful young woman?
She’s still precious
(though she doesn’t especially like that adjective).
But she is so much more.

She had a challenging and difficult summer.
There were harsh disappointments.
Difficult relationships at work that she found herself in the middle of.
Changes to our family that tore her heart.
(She loves her brothers’ wives, but she hates change).
And physical injuries that are not yet healed.
She has grown incredibly over the summer
(Though she doesn’t see it)
And she is continually pressing on to more and more maturity.
Her Daddy and I are so proud of her.

And I cannot believe that she is already a senior.
Ah, my little girlie.
Where did my baby go?


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Home at last!
Home at last!!
Praise God Almighty!
We’re home at last!

And I forgot my camera.
And Middle Daughter forgot her camera.
And Youngest Daughter forgot to bring our cameras
when she came after we had forgotten our cameras.
(Even though we called back to ask her to bring them.)
(However, we could not be mad at her when we forgot them in the first place!)

And so, there are no pictures at this house from the wedding this weekend.
(Nephew Joe Slaubaugh and his beautiful Tasha Troyer)
So, so sorry!  Please, someone else needs to post them!


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I grabbed two white buckets this evening.  I noticed that the lima beans needed picking, and I had an hour before small group started.  The most time I ever spend out there is about a half an hour.  Tonight was different.  I finished after most of our small group had arrived.

I found the beans, hanging full and plentiful.  I filled both white buckets, and then got the third one.  Each was filled to overflowing.  From our ten pole lima bean plants.  And I sang my “bean-pickin’ song” and thought about my Daddy.  He would have been so proud of the bean patch that Youngest Brother is tending this year.  He would have laughed at my puny row, but if I told him that my ten plants yielded me six bags of beans for our freezer from one picking, he would have said, “Naw!!!  How ’bout that!?!?!  I don’t know what to say ’bout’cha!”  And if I would have told him how Loretta and Donna and Calvin and Kathy and Li’l Emily had helped me to shell those three buckets of beans after small group, the smiley crinkles would have deepened around his eyes and he would have been so pleased with that kind of friendly help and co-operation.

Oh, my Daddy.  I hunt those beans in and around the vines and think about the golden days I let slip by without even thinking of how precious they were and how quickly you would be gone.  I never really thought about life without you and how it would change everything for us — but how, because of how constant you were, everything would have such a familiar, tender timbre to the melody of every day.  I sometimes still cry for all we’ve lost, but more often I find myself smiling at the sweet, good memories and the knowledge that I’ve been given so much.  Heaven really isn’t so far away, is it?


Oh, one more thing.  My “Bean Pickin’ Song?”

It would be this one.

Her Father’s Eyes

Amy Grant

I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But that's all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,

She's got her father's eyes,
Her father's eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just can't be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you're going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
Just like my father's eyes.

And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad they'll all be had to see by everyone.
And when you're called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be,

She had her father's eyes,
Her father's eyes;
Eyes that found the good in things,
When good was not around;
Eyes that found the source of help,
When help would not be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what you're going through,
And feeling it the same.
Just like my father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
Just like my father's eyes.
My father's eyes,
My father's eyes,
Just like my father's eyes.


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Of our three daughters,
We have two still at home.

Last weekend
At the wedding
This little study in contrasts
Caught my eye . . .

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Ah, my beautiful girlies,

How very much I love you both!!!


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There has been no word from our Newlyweds.  They are somewhere in the Dominican Republic, and I suppose they are having some wind and some rain, but it sounds like the hurricane hasn’t done too much damage there.

I came home from Ohio with a head cold that is about to put me into my bed.  I hate it when my nose is all stuffed up.  I took Blind Linda this morning for a PPD (tuberculin skin test) and I inquired as to whether the good doctor could see me as well.  The Gestapo at the front desk said “NO!” and that made me cross enough that I decided that I would just wait and see if it would just go away.  Usually things get better with time, especially things like colds.  I just don’t really want to drag anything to Daniel’s parents this weekend, but I really want to go to this wedding and to the reunion.

I am putting off doing the reports I need to do for the State for my ladies.  I have the financial reports, the medication reports, the activity reports and the doctor visits to all get ready for the case manager, and I have about as much motivation as a slug under a dark, cool rock.

So, here’s to all you beloved Xanga friends.  I hope you feel a whole bunch more energy than what is floating around Shady Acres today.  And if you have some to spare, tell me how to get it.

No, no.  Wait.  I take my vitamins, I take the supplements that I believe are right for me.  I don’t want information on the latest miracle cure for lethargy, laziness or larceny.  So there!!! 


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The wedding was quite a lovely time.

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The wedding party

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Our family

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Daniel and I with our newly wedded son and his bride

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Our daughter in law, Jessica

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Daniel’s sister, Lena

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Daniel’s sister, Rachel with her husband, Ivan

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Jesse, Christina and Rachel

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Rachel with her cousins, Carmen and Holly

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Raph and Regina, Christina and Jesse

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The new Mr. and Mrs. Raphael Mark Yutzy

And thank you to each who prayed for me/us.
The tooth is doing quite well.  
The weekend was a terrific time and we had a wonderful place to stay.
But my, oh, my!
How sweet it is to be home!


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It is a glorious August Morning in the little state of Delaware.  My van is in the shop, and I am quite antsy to have it back.  There are some things I really need to do — but a misunderstanding with our mechanic has made it so that it isn’t done as promised, so I have a few minutes to catch everyone up on our lives at Shady Acres.

Certain Man is what I call a man of the single row.  He has one row of pole limas.  A row of tomatoes.  A row of grapes:

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Says He to Me, “Hon, have you checked on our grapes?  There’s alot on them.  I don’t really know, but I wonder if they shouldn’t be picked.  I don’t want them to go to waste.”  I didn’t think this was too imperative, what with the skimpiness of our grape vines, the close proximity of our trip to Ohio, and the fact that the birds almost always beat me.  But I decided I had better (at least) check them.  There really were alot there.  I tasted them, and they seemed ripe and sweet, so I picked them all –a small bucket full.  Then drug out my steamer for just one load of grapes. . .

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I got a whole two and a half quarts from my grapes.  I wish I could say that the juice was wonderful, but it really is not all that good.  Maybe they weren’t all that ripe after all.  So sad!

While outside, I took a few pictures of my back yard.  The Youth group are coming tonight.  They want to play soccer and have a campfire in the fire ring that Certain Man has put in the yard:
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Last night, he went and got some pallets to cut up for fire wood.  They were all piled up beside the ring.
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This afternoon, he came home and made alot of noise while he sawed them up.

In the pavilion are the trailers.  We have them loaded for the trip tomorrow.  We are taking stuff out to Lem and Jess and bringing stuff back for Raph and Regina.

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(The lights on the trailer really aren’t on.  The sun is reflecting off of them.

My back patio is looking a bit like a jungle, but it still holds a great deal of joy for me:
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Some of my flowers are in desperate need of deadheading, but it will have to wait. 

I am feeling a bit discouraged tonight because one of my teeth decided to just fall out of my mouth.  It hasn’t been feeling right — and I got the dentist to check it and he couldn’t find anything wrong, but I was eating watermelon and hit a seed with it.  It felt like something was wrong, but it didn’t feel loose.  About a half an hour later, it started rattling around in my mouth.  I am not happy — tomorrow morning at five, we leave for Ohio, and there is no time to see the dentist.  My main concern is that it doesn’t get infected.  I am not having “toothache” in it, but it sure is annoying.

An evening shower just moved through, delaying the soccer game of the youth group, but now the sun is out again, and they think they will go ahead.  I need to get finished packing and make a run to the store yet.  I am excited about going.  It will be nice to have some time alone with my husband, and it is a happy time for our family.  So please, when you pray for us, remember to rejoice with us. 

Hope to be back on here on Sunday evening with some pictures and a new daughter in law!  Good, good times.


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Niece Maria got married today.
 She was so beautiful, so happy.
And Carey was so proud, so quietly joyful.

Maria and Carey

I took all of one picture, and this is it!

    And I cried so much that Certain Man whispered to me, “For pity sakes, you’ve cried more here than you did at Lem’s wedding.  Whatever are you going to do next week (at Raph’s Wedding)?”  He was right, of course.  But probably I was crying the tears I didn’t cry at Lem’s wedding.  Sometimes it just takes a while for the hearts to catch up when the hands and head are working overtime
    And I was also teary because of something that happened just before I left home for the wedding. 
    This was our last morning together as a family before Raph left for Ohio to help get ready for his and Regina’s wedding.  Lem and Jess are also leaving for Ohio on Monday so that Jessica can start her new job and they can get settled into their apartment before college starts for Lem.  We had talked of going out for breakfast as a family, but I got the impulse to make biscuits and sausage gravy and pancakes and tomato gravy (with peanut butter and maple syrup for those who loathe tomato gravy).  So I got up and got my ladies up and showered and dressed and fed, did some loads of laundry for this Eldest Son who was packing for his honeymoon in addition to the week ahead, and made breakfast for my crew.
    It really was a sweet time, and we talked and laughed, and made plans for the week ahead.  When breakfast was over, Christina and Jesse returned to a Bontrager Cousins Reunion that is in progress this weekend, Lem and Jessica went home to their house to continue packing for their move to Ohio and to get ready for Maria and Carey’s wedding.  The girls and I scrambled to clean up the kitchen, Daniel went to do some mowing and Raph went back to his packing.  The time for us to leave for the wedding crept closer and closer, and the siblings started their good-byes to Raph who was leaving for Ohio after we left for the wedding.
     I am married to a “hugger,” and our boys are very much like their daddy when it comes to being free with the hugs.  Often when they are telling me “good-bye” I find myself squished against their chests, and then they will often plant a kiss right in the middle of my forehead.  “Love you, Momma,”  they’ll say, and their kindness to me is something I don’t take for granted.  But when Raph was hugging his siblings this morning in our sunny kitchen and telling them good-bye, I just wasn’t ready yet.  I hate to say good-bye, and I really do put it off as long as I possibly can..  He went back up to his room while I finished last minute things.  Then the friend who was staying with our ladies came, and I gave her last minute instructions, Daniel came belatedly down the steps and we rushed to the car so we wouldn’t be late for the wedding. 
    Halfway to the church, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t told Raph good-bye.   Somehow, in the last minute scramble, I had missed it! 
    “Oh, no!”  I said to Daniel.
    “What?” he asked.
    “I forgot to tell Raph ‘good-bye’!”  I wailed, “And it is too late to go back now.”  I pulled out my cell phone and called him and he was sympathetic, even sad, but we both knew it couldn’t be undone, so I went on to the wedding, fighting my tears before we ever even got there, and having even more difficulty when they ushered my Sweet Mama in alone on this happy day, and still more when we sang “Lift Your Glad Voices” in memory of Carey’s father, Daniel, who went to Heaven very unexpectedly in February, 2006.
    Maybe it was the reminder of how fragile life is that made me so acutely aware of the missed good-bye.  I don’t really know.  But it will be alright.  It isn’t so much the “good-bye done right” that matters, but rather, the “relationship done right” that is important.

    God-speed, My Son.  I will always love you!


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This is my last “ordinary” Saturday for a long time . . . At least, if the Lord tarries, and if He so wills.
I don’t profess to know when He will come back.  I do believe these couples have sought His Will for their loves, and I certainly have seen the evidence of that.

Next weekend, Niece Maria Slaubaugh marries Carey Swartzentruber:

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The same day, five hundred miles away in Ohio,
Certain Man’s Uncle Allen Yutzy marries Connie Prater.

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We are not able to go to that one, unfortunately.
But we will think often of them, believe me!

Then in two weeks, Oldest Son will marry Babe.  (again in Ohio!)
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Wait a minute!!!  Do I see some resistance here?

And then in three weeks, Nephew Joe Slaubaugh will marry Tasha Troyer

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Again, in Ohio! 

And the same day and the same town
as a Kauffman Family Reunion.
This is the family of Certain Man’s birth mother, Katie.  She passed away when he was four, and her family holds a warm and important piece of his heart.  Most of his mother’s immediate family are Old Order Amish, and he doesn’t get to see them often, so he is quite intent on attending the reunion in the morning and Joe and Tasha’s wedding in the afternoon.  Certain Man’s Wife is tired just thinking about it.

But the truth is, we don’t have to do it all at once.  It is just one day at at time.  And, quite thankfully, I am not in my dear Middle Sister’s shoes.  She has two children getting married two weeks apart.  It was unnerving enough to have two son’s getting married two months apart — but to have a daughter getting married and then two weeks later, 500 miles away, a son getting married –!!!!  Let’s just say that she sure could use our prayers. 

And blessings all around to the happy couples.


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