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 July 14, 1973

Greenwood Mennonite Church
Who could ever have believed what our life together would be like?

This is Daniel’s Uncle Walter, preaching and preaching and preaching.  (He didn’t believe in a short wedding “meditation” back then).  I am showing this picture because I think alot of you will see the back of people you know and love — and many, many who have gone on to Heaven. 

 

And the vows were spoken

The Ministers

  

Walter Beachy, John Mishler, Jesse Yoder

Our Ushers

 

Leslie Yoder, Mark, Jr., Keith Beachy, Vernon Hostetler 

One of our guest receivers

 
. . . my little Sister, Alma Jean

Our Singers

 

Shirley Yoder, Gladys Yoder, Rose Yoder, Velma Magill
Jonathan Yoder, David Yoder, Paul Yoder, David Hertzler
(These are old pictures.  I wish you could see them better!)

And we had table servers

 

Front: Emma Lou Beachy, Lois Byler, Ellen Layman, Marlene Troyer, Martha Helmuth, Boni Helmuth
Back: Susan Grove, Debbie Kramer, Karen Yoder, Steve Miller
(Some of these gals are married, and I don’t know what their last names are now!  Isn’t it funny how people are good enough friends to be a part of your wedding and then you lose contact with them?  If any of you in this picture read this posting, I’d sure be glad to hear from you!)

This is the wedding party

 

Ilva Hertzler (my cousin),  Ruth Yutzy (Daniel’s Sister), Sarah Yoder (my sister) were the bridesmaids.
Joseph Yutzy (Daniel’s Brother), Nel Yoder (my brother) and Dennis Yutzy (Daniel’s friend) were groomsmen.

I’m so glad for pictures, otherwise I don’t think I would remember anything about this day.  It went past in a great haze, and when I look at the pictures, then I remember all the good, good moments.

 

Here that gal we know as “gokum” and I share a reflective moment.  This is one of my favorite pictures of her.

 

 

And this is one of my favorite pictures of Daniel.  Sometimes when I go to weddings today, I am amazed at the expense that people go to when they gift their attendants.  We just didn’t know better, I guess, but it really wasn’t common to give large gifts.  Daniel had bought nice pens for his groomsmen, and in this picture he is showing me that he really had passed them all out.

  
It is hard to believe how young our parents looked, isn’t it?
Daddy was only 43 and Mama 44 when we were married.  I can scarcely believe how young he and Mama look in these pictures

 
Ralph and Sue look a whole lot younger, too.

And then there was a reception.  We had opted for a very small wedding cake with sheet cakes for the rest of the crowd.  It was the way we wanted it, and it was just fine for us. We picked the flowers for our wedding the morning of the wedding and we used the fresh roses to decorate the cake.

 

Here my parents visit with Lewis and Anna May Strite, parents of Ruth Ann Strite, a Pen Pal that I had gotten through the Reader’s Write of the old Sunday School paper, “Words of Cheer.”  Ruth Ann was there somewhere, but I never got a picture of her.  We seldom see eachother, but still correspond at Christmas.

 

On and On we walk together —

 ELDEST SON 

From this — in the summer of 2004

 

To this:

 

as of tonight–

My Son, My Son.

What next???

He certainly keeps me guessing!

Update On Rachel:

I just talked to the nurse at Choral Camp and they have an appointment for Rachel tomorrow morning at a doctor who will decide if she needs X-rays.  If there is a problem, they will take care of it, and decide from there if she should return home.  She seems to be having increased swelling and discomfort. 

This is my child who rarely complains, and so I am a bit concerned when she says, “Mom, it really is kinda’ hurting.  I think maybe something is wrong in there.” 

Thanks for all your prayers, and she asked that people would keep on praying for her.

Could you all pray for our Rachel-girl?  She hurt her foot at our July 4th picnic, and it didn’t seem too bad.  She was getting around pretty well when she left for Choral Camp.  However, she re-injured it yesterday, and thought that it was feeling pretty bad but would “get better soon.”  She called tonight and something in there really “popped” today when she was doing something or other — just walking, I think.  Anyhow, she is in pretty much pain, and it is swollen.  Sure would appreciate your prayers for her.  We’d be glad if she didn’t need to get medical care in Ohio.   Thanks!

If you have a kid at Choral Camp, this is the link to download the Choral Camp Daily newspaper.  It takes some time to download, but I think you’ll enjoy the daily contact.  It is usually not available until after 8 or 9 in the evening.  (I miss my Rachel-girl!)

http://www.rosedalebible.org/ccamp/record.html

If you have your speakers on, you will hear the Harding University Concert Choir singing “Safe in the arms of Jesus.”  I always thought about that song as being about Heaven, and being safely Home, but if you think about the words, it is a word for us today.  It is a place to run to in these uncertain times. 

President Kennedy once said in a speech in the early sixties, “We are living in perilous times…”  (I was 10 when he was assassinated, so I was pretty young when he made this speech.)  I remember an evangelist using President Kennedy’s words as a sermon text at our little country church, and shivering on the bench as I rolled those words over and over in my head.  The end of time felt so imminent.

I’ve been thinking alot about “perilous times” in these days of flood and earthquake and war.  I look into the faces of our children, now young adults, and think about the world they will live their lives in and pray that they will understand that there is a safe place for them in the Arms of Jesus.

The good news is this:  His arms are big enough to hold us all.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast,
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! ’tis the voice of angels,
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the crystal sea.

Refrain:
Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe on his gentle breast
There by his love o’ershaded,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.

Safe in the arms of Jesus,
Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world’s temptations,
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,
Only a few more tears!
Refrain

Jesus, my heart’s dear refuge,
Jesus has died for me;
Firm on the Rock of ages,
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,
Wait till the night is over;
Wait till I see the morning
Break on the golden shore.
Refrain

Fanny Crosby

Last night, Middle Daughter came in and said, “We’ve got the happiest laundry in the neighborhood!”  That made me laugh, because it really wasn’t laundry at all.  The sacks from the sack races on Tuesday had gotten wet in the storm.  For some reason, there is a tag on them that says specifically, “DO NOT WASH” so I hung them out in the beautiful afternoon to air out and dry before I stored them back in their box. 

One of the things Daddy did each summer was raise pole limas.  I remember as a little girl, that there was this patch of ground between the garage and the old flat roofed chicken house that was dedicated to these plants.  We kids shelled beans, and shelled beans and shelled beans!  I only realized recently that Mama really didn’t much care for them, but she can make the best pot of tender green lima beans anywhere.  

Certain Man has not ever dabbled in growing lima beans.  There was never a real need to, and he didn’t think this was his territory.  Youngest Brother is growing the usual huge patch of lima beans this year out by Mama’s house beside the Country Rest Home, and things are coming along well, but I begged Certain Man for just one row of lima beans this year “to see how they do” and he was sympathetic to my request.  So, we have one little row of lima beans in our garden, and they have little tiny beans on them!

 

With all the rain this week, Certain Man hasn’t gotten in to do his timely weeding. 
(If you look, you can see where the rain washed down this row.) 

He said, “Look at those WEEDS!!!” when I showed him this picture. 

I asked if he cared if I put it on, and he said, “Nah!  Go ahead!”

(So I did!)

 

 

  

     

 It was a HOT day! 

 

 

So we made a picnic, and built a fire and made it hotter!

And people helped and people stacked their hamburgers and hotdogs and ate!

Going through the line

 

Kent stands with Chef J.R.                        People going through the food line

Little people at the table.                         James and Karen

Rachel fixes her hamburger                             Loretta, April and Karen

       

Sometimes a gal needs some space                               Mike attacks the food table.

The crabs were unexpected — but a wonderful blessing.  Freeman Beachy had gone crabbing in the early morning hours and had quite a successful haul!  Almost two bushels of beautiful crabs!  His lovely wife, Loretta, called and asked if it would be an inconvenience if he would bring them, cook them and share them with our chuch.  INCONVENIENT???? Oh, my word!  He must have realized that there are people in this church who would give up eating almost anything for the chance to eat crabbs!  (I knew immediately that we wouldn’t need as many hamburgers and hotdogs!)  And wouldn’t you know, I thought I had a picture of Freeman and Loretta and their Crab Cooking operation, but somehow I missed it!   But here are some Crab EATING pictures —

 

The Crab table, where people could come and select    Tim and Carmen help themselves

 

“They’re really glorified water bugs”           “Who Cares?”

 

Uncle Johnny can do a number on these babies!  At 82, he is champion at getting out crab!

Our neighbor, Nancy, is housebound with rheumatoic Arthritis.  Here her husband, Larry, packs up a few crabs to take home to her.  She is extraordinarily fond of crab, so these were a special blessing to her.

Because it was so hot, there was lots of just lounging around.  The Relays didn’t start until after supper.

 

Val talks to Dave and Ruby                 

Ethan sits in the shade                              Caleb and Kaleb discuss nicknames

“The shade keeps moving around!”                 Evanna and Lindy talk on the front side of the garage

Trees and shade were pretty much the order for the day!

 

The Hammock Girls — Holly, Jessica and Abby

 

Here are Polly and Donna and Dale.  For your information, since inquiring minds want to know, that is MR.JONES EXPRESS HIMSELF
waving in the background.  He is the maker of the little train that brings so much joy to so many people.  He builds and maintains the little cars.  They get rented out for various community activities.  I think the little train has been a part of almost every significant event at Shady Acres for years.  (He is quite camera shy — this is the best picture I got of him all day, despite repeated attempts.)

 

  

What fun when Jesse made the train go in a circle!

You have to have Bubbles at a picnic!

  

Gracie and Salome           She sure knows how to work that machine!!!

     

Big sisters to twirl you round and round. . . . . . . .  And swings to get onto — if you can!!!

And a hundred water balloons were filled by hot, sweaty young folks

  

Caleb and Josh and Dale pretty much handled the filling, while Lori supervised and tied them shut.

And then there were the relays

  

Relays need people to watch — so this is what these people are doing!

Sack Races before Water relays

 

The young one race

      

A storm is moving in, and they need to hurry!  Matthew totes his sack!

 

Oh, pass the sponge from me to you, to you.  Oh, pass the sponge and do just what I do!

 

Hurry, hurry, we need to win!  And the storm is coming!  We need to hurry!

Oh, hurry up!!!  It’s okay to get wet!!!

And the winners get a prize from the candy box!

By now, the storm was really moving in.  We needed to hurry and crank the ice cream if we were going to get it done before the rain.

 

Mike takes his turn at the crank, Jesse and Caleb work on two more freezers while Katie holds the first one down.  If you look, you can see the clouds in the back ground, and minutes later, this is what happened:

A sudden squall caught the canopy and tore it loose and blew it sideways.  People leaped to hold it fast and the strong arms wrestled it to the ground.  No one was seriously injured, but the storm was definitely coming!

  

So the whole crew scattered, and picked up trash and took down the picnic tables and brought everything under cover while the three freezers of ice cream were successfully finished.  Then everyone crowded into the garage and the house and ate ice cream while we watched the terrible storm.

 

   

 

And the kids got wet —

  

And eventually, TIRED. . .

 

And the rain stopped, so people meandered on home. 

What a day!  Never has there been so much help to clean up the outside and never, ever was it accomplished in so short a time.  People just did whatever their hands found to do and they did it with all their might. Thanks, Everyone!

And yes, the house was a wreck, and there was mud on the floor, but it was worth every single minute.

 

 

Yes, I took lots of pictures —

Yes, we had lots of fun.

And Yes, there is a story to tell.

But it is Wednesday, and I always (at least I try to always) go to Mama’s on Wednesday.  So pictures and stories will have to wait for another time.

And regarding Youngest Son’s comment on the last posting:

The music on the this site is a very old song.  When I was a little girl, a high school girl came into our school mid-term one year.  Her daddy had died, and she and her siblings were staying with relatives temporarily.  She had a great voice, and I can remember her sitting on the bus, tears in her eyes, singing this particular song.  I couldn’t find it sung anywhere, but I did find the music.  It goes with the train of thought that has been rolling around in my heart.

How far is Heaven? When can I go?
To see my Daddy.  Here’s there, I know.
How far is Heaven?  Let’s go tonight.
I want my Daddy to hold me tight.

(written by Tillman Franks and Jimmie Davis )

COMING UP tomorrow!

Laws Mennonite Church’s

 Annual 4th of July picnic

 at Shady Acres!

If you’d like to be with us, we’d love to have you!

Come anytime after 2:00 for games and relays and riding the Jones Express.  Young ones, (and old ones, too) bring favorite water ammunitions (squirt guns and such) and if getting wet bothers you, a change of clothes.  There has been interest expressed in a horseshoe tournament, so if you are interested in that, see Josh Slaubaugh.    We will plan to eat at 5:00 PM.  Hot Dogs and hamburgers will be provided as will paper products. Bring potluck picnic foods, favorite outdoor games and lawn chairs.