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"Katy" a Song from 1918 Sparks the Imagination!
“Katy” a Song from 1918 Sparks the Imagination!
When I do research for a book, I look at the era. Fashion, Homes and Furnishing, Politics, Fads and Music just to name a few things that make a story feel more authentic. I happened to run across this song and I laugh every time I hear it! It may be appropriate for some of my Little Isabel stories,(which are set from 1914-1920), but I see Isabel and her sisters, “Maggie” and Sylvia as teens,…
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Isabel was nervous about going back to school. She fretted all summer, remembering that last year when she walked into the classroom, some of the girls snickered at her new dress that Mama had made especially for this occasion. She overheard Arlene Mason whisper to the other girls, “Isabel’s dress is made from the same fabric as Mother’s kitchen curtains. Wouldn’t that make her a Window?”
Isabel took a deep breath and smoothed the invisible wrinkles
in her new dress before entering the classroom. She felt several
pairs of critical eyes surveying her and wished she had not let
Mama french braid her hair after all. “My hair is all wrong. I
really look like a farm girl,” she whispered to Eugene, who pushed
her through the threshold and into the room.
“Good morning, Isabel. Don’t you look nice this morning,”
Sally Anne said. She waved at Isabel to sit in the desk next to her.
Isabel felt grateful for the compliment and sat
with uncertainty as Arlene Mason gave her a look that could have
frozen an erupting volcano. The cold stare played havoc with
Isabel’s nerves, and she seemed to drop everything she touched.
Isabel sat down beside Sally Anne and carefully laid her slate,
her lunch pail and her pencil box on the desk.
Her new carved pencil box opened and dumped pencils all over
the floor while Miss Catron was talking. When the textbooks were
passed out, the history book, which seemed to have a mind of its
own , jumped out of her arms and landed on the floor with a loud
thud, making everyone in the room jump and then giggle.
That is, everyone except Isabel, who merely wished for the floor to open
up and swallow her so she could sprint home, where she did not
have to worry about what other people thought. Isabel reached
down to pick up her book, but someone else had beaten her to it.
Ernie Mason picked up the history book, wiped it off, and
smiled before returning the book to Isabel. She was not sure,
but it almost looked like he winked at her…almost, or was just
it just her imagination?
“Isabel, Ernie Mason just winked at you,” Sally Anne
whispered from across the aisle. “I thought he liked you last
year, and now I know it.”
“Who, me?” Isabel said. “Nobody likes me.”
“Oh, yes they do, Isabel,” Sally Anne said. She watched the
teacher, who was gathering information from a new student.
“Everybody likes you; only you just don’t know it.”
Isabel turned her attention to the teacher, but her thoughts
kept returning to Sally Anne’s remark. Could it be true? Had
she misjudged her classmates because one or two were unkind?
She determined to talk it over with Mama later.
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Isabel pulled her lunch pail out of her desk at lunchtime and
ran to greet the rest of her siblings under the oak tree for lunch.
As she sat down on the ground, she saw Sally Anne eating and
laughing with Arlene Mason and two of the most stuck up girls
in school. “Rich girls stick together,” she said as storm clouds
passed by overhead.
How about you? Have you been nervous about your first day of school? Even in 1924, children faced bullies and cliques in school. They are everywhere but things are not always as they seem. Later in The Vision of a Mother’s Heart, Isabel learns that some of the children she had dreaded to face when school started had problems she couldn’t have imagined. Perhaps some children act superior to other children because they feel inferior and act that way to feel better about themselves. With help from her Mother, Isabel learned to be kind and forgiving. She would never have to worry about bullies again because she knew the secret. They’re afraid too.
“And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you.”
Ephesians 4:32
The Vision of a Mother’s Heart is available!
Isabel’s First Day at School Isabel was nervous about going back to school. She fretted all summer, remembering that last year when she walked into the classroom, some of the girls snickered at her new dress that Mama had made especially for this occasion.
My Mother Gentle Love – YouTube Ron Hamilton Song
My Mother Gentle Love – YouTube Ron Hamilton Song
I know this is a few days early but I thought you might enjoy this sweet song all week!
My Mother’s Gentle Love by Ron Hamilton
You may purchase this song and others on Ron Hamilton’s album, Cherish the Moment. (Another wonderful song for Mothers and Fathers too.)
Cherish The Moment by Ron Hamilton
“Strength and honor are her clothing, and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her…
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“And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.”
2 Corinthians 12:7-10
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The Apostle Paul referred to it as a “Thorn in the flesh.” (Many think Pauls thorn in the flesh was his poor eyesight.) Today, we call it a disability or chronic illness. Mine happens to be an inner-ear disorder called bilateral Meniere’s. Vertigo, nausea, Tinnitus, loss of balance and migraines.
No biggie. I’ve been living with the diagnosis since 1984 but as the years go on, it seems to last longer. So I’m at home most of the time and I have to do basic chores more differently. For example, Laundry.
My little helper, Alice.
Loading the machines isn’t too bad. As long as I don’t need to bend over to pick up the clothing. Unloading the dryer, however, can be a problem on bad days. I don’t know about you, but I grew up drying clothes on the line outside. When I took the clothes off the line, I folded them and placed them in the basket so that ironing would be easier. I carried that over to the dryer too. It’s so much easier. However, bending over is a problem.
We have a drop-leaf table in the laundry room against the wall opposite the washer and dryer. I thought it would be great for folding clothes. On good days, it is! However, on bad days, that means turning as I take the clothes out of the dryer, turn 180 degrees and place them onto the table to fold. Big vertigo trigger! So this is what I do.
This might not be great for the dryer but when I open the dryer door, I stack all of the undershirts and tops that need to be folded, face down over the dryer door while I fold the smaller things and place them in the basket. Now, I have a stack of undershirts and Tee shirts to fold all at once. Usually on the laundry table unless it is cluttered!
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This time I opted to fold them on the bed for my sweet hubby to put away. So much simpler and more efficient. At least it is for this gal.
I hope I haven’t bored you with my folding technique. I know there are many people who are suffering and also unable to do the simple tasks they were once able to do. I try to do only one or two loads at a time but not more than that on one day unless I am vertigo free. God’s grace helps me find simple ways to do the things that must be done.
Part of that grace is the blessing of my husband, John.
He is such a blessing! Especially when he does the laundry or brings “carry out” dinner!
He even runs the vacuum cleaner! He does the laundry and I fold it. Great team, right?
I think so!
As wives, our “thorn in the flesh” is also felt by our husbands who may not be natural cooks or fond of washing dishes. They sacrifice a lot for us and are often overlooked.
I just want to praise the Lord for my husband of almost 34 years. John Purdy, you are a blessing and I love you!
There are many blogs and support groups out there for those of us who live with chronic illness. One of my favorites is written by my friend, Lisa Erhman. Please click on her link below.
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Thorn in the Flesh ~ Tuesday Tips "And lest I should be exalted above measure through the abundance of the revelations, there was given to me a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure.
“Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”
Proverbs 22:6
Mama Greene’s had a vision or hope for her nine children as she prayed for each child nightly.
For each of her children to receive Jesus Christ as their Savior at an early age.
That they would live according to His Word every day of their lives.
That they would receive an education. Her hope was that all of her children would at least graduate from 8th Grade. In the 1920s this was considered educated among the farming communities. If they wanted to send their children to high school, they had to pay tuition which was difficult for poor families. They needed the older children to help on the farm.
That they would honor “Papa.”
That they would remain together and be close as a family.
The Vision of a Mother’s Heart is back in print and is available!
(The e-book needs to be reformatted. If you read the ebook, please forgive the mistakes!)
Please click the link below for a preview.
http://The Vision of a Mother’s Heart (Isabel’s Story) (Volume 1) by Katherine Hinch… http://www.amazon.com/dp/1515298477/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_dsSXvb0G86QK0 via @amazon
Kathie Kingery Photography PhotographerThe model for “Mama” is the real Isabel’s granddaughter, Emily.
Apron by K. Kingrey
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The title of my first novel was borrowed from a song by singer and songwriter, Abigail Miller. The chorus contained the words:
Chorus:
The vision of a mother’s heart,
Is to share with her children the love only Jesus can give.
The Vision of a mother’s heart,
Is to see them all walking with God every day that they live.
This chorus summed up all that I wanted to depict in the story inspired by my grandmother’s childhood.
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I didn’t have pictures of Jimmy and Avil (Billy) when they were small.
I am currently working on the sequel, Hope Beyond the Sunset. You may read sample chapters as listed in the archives.
As a child, I loved sitting under the table and listening to Granny, (Isabel) reminisce about her childhood while holding the picture of her mother in my hands and could almost see the story come to life. I remember thinking, “This should be a book!” Little did I know that the Lord would use me to write their story.
I changed the last name of the family and other distant family members. They were real people who lived in Virginia. The first book takes place begins in 1924. Book two picks up where we left off in 1926 and will run through 1929.
One great thing about writing fiction even when inspired by a true story – we can change the ending. I will update you when Hope Beyond the Sunset is available.
The Vision of a Mother’s Heart is available on Amazon.com or you can buy a signed copy from me. I hope you will enjoy stepping into the past with Isabel and the “Greene” family!
The Vision of a Mother’s Heart~ Home "Train up a child in the way he should go; and when he is old, he will not depart from it."
You may have noticed the beautiful photography in my blogs. Especially the Little Isabel stories. They were taken by my dear lifelong friend, Kathie. If you are looking for an excellent photographer for Christmas, New Years, Birthdays, Weddings, Special Occasions or even pets, Kathie is your gal. Check out her site!
Kathie Kingery Photography
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Great Photos for Christmas by my friend, Kathie! You may have noticed the beautiful photography in my blogs. Especially the Little Isabel stories. They were taken by my dear lifelong friend, Kathie.
Little Isabel's Christmas Joy - Part 3
Little Isabel’s Christmas Joy – Part 3
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Isabel awoke the following morning to the sound of clinking in the kitchen. She sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. Frosted window panes pelted with sleet diminished the sleep in her eyes. Isabel jumped on her bed, singing. “It’s Christmas Eve and it’s snowing. Get up Maggie, get up and see!” Maggie jumped out of bed and ran to the window just as Mama opened their bedroom door. “W…
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Sharing the Gospel with the Christmas Tree
Sharing the Gospel with the Christmas Tree
Our first Christmas tree as a “family”. Mom and “Dad Hinchee” were married in April, 1964. I moved from my grandparents home and into our new apartment when school started. A new home, a new school and a new name. I morphed from Kathy Smith to Kathy Hinchee. It took a while for us to feel like a family. It must have been around Christmas time. Jerry (Dad Hinchee) cut two scotch pine trees and…
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Story Time
Before television, there was the radio. Before the radio there were books. Before there were books, there was the spoken word. Before then, God spoke the world into existence. For thousands of years, families gathered around the fire and shared family stories, legends and The Word of God. Storytelling was an art and it still is today.
I don’t know about you, but I have always loved listening…
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Invisible Disabilities Week
I was unaware that this is Invisible Disabilities Week. Many of us have hidden disabilities. Some of us are able to function normally with the pain and others are knocked off their feet – literally. Or if you are like me and have bilateral Meniere’s, balance issues, vertigo, motion sickness, Tinnitus (ringing in the ears) and Migraines which might be triggered by the weather, food, the smell…
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Words of Life ~ ADORN (ed, ing) — God's Grace ~ God's Gloryhttps://wordpress.com/read/feeds/17646643
Words of Life ~ ADORN (ed, ing) — God’s Grace ~ God’s Gloryhttps://wordpress.com/read/feeds/17646643
Guest Blogger: Frances Rogers
This post is reblogged from the Frances Rogers blog. Click the link below to read the excellent teaching from God’s Word on what it means to “adorn”.
At first glance I thought not to include the word ADORN in our list of Words of Life. There did not seem to be many references, but the more closely I looked, the more I saw the importance of this word in the…
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The Child Workers of Roanoke Cotton Mills 1911 I would like to wish all of my readers a Happy Labor Day! Whether you are spending the day with your family, taking a day motorcycle trip like my husband with his friends in Christian Motorcyclists Association or sitting at your computer desk catching up on your writing, I hope you enjoy your day and remember those who have gone before us.
There are some special people in our lives who never forget about us. They put themselves before others. That describes my grandmother. She went by so many different names. Katherine “Isabel”, Sis, Mama, Grandma, Granny (I switched from Grandma to Granny the first time I watched the Beverly Hillbillies. I thought it sounded neat. I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t thrilled. Now I do!) but to many people, she was “Nannie” and that fit her very well. Even neighborhood children called her Nannie.
Today “Nannie” would have been 104 years old. She was born on August 28, 1914. She is celebrating her birthday in Heaven with the Lord and her precious family. Parents, siblings, her husband, three children, a son-in-law and one grandson. She went home to be with the Lord in 1999 and looked forward to “going home”. I remember a few weeks before she was “called home,” she told me about a dream she had the night before. She said that as she woke up, her beautiful, sweet mother was sitting by her bed, stroking her hair. She reached up to touch her mother’s soft cheek and asked if she had come to take her home. “Not yet,” her mother had said, “but it won’t be long.”
Isabel was eleven-years-old when she lost her mother but seventy-four years later, she still remembered her mother’s face and voice. No. I don’t think she had a vision but was looking forward to seeing her loved ones again. Someday, we will see her again!
I was thinking of different ways to celebrate her birthday. I could bake a devils food cake with her seven-minute frosting but I don’t have a double boiler or a hand mixer. She used to bake pineapple upside down cakes which were simply delicious!
One year, I bought mint julep candies in bulk and sent them to Mom and her sisters to share with their children and grandchildren. Granny had craved these candies when she was carrying my favorite aunt. To this day, whenever I hear the word Mint Julep or see the candy, I think of her. Perhaps today I will buy a Kit Kat bar in her honor.
Then I remember how she used to take me downtown on the bus to pay bills and shop. We always had lunch at the five and dime where we bought candy to take home for Aunt Sandara and for everyone to share. When I visited her after she moved to Richmond in the 1960’s she invited me to spend at least a week with her every summer. I loved that! I so longed for everyone to be together. She didn’t mind that we all talked at once, laughed loudly and sang in the kitchen. I think she relished it! As an adult, I lived in Richmond for a while and worked at a retail store. She would call me at work and ask me to bring her a Kit Kat bar. I usually bought a few for her. She would smile when I walked through the door with her treat.
There are so many memories of my selfless grandmother. She had a hard life but she didn’t let that get her down. This is one reason I write about her childhood. She worked as a Certified Nursing Assistant until past retirement age because she loved caring for others. She raised and helped raise at least three grandchildren and loved every child. I think her favorite thing to do was to rock babies!
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She was a good money manager and always made me laugh. She always cared about everyone. I feel blessed that she was my Grandmother. Love you, Nannie. I will see you again someday!
Walking Down Memory Lane on Nannie’s Birthday There are some special people in our lives who never forget about us. They put themselves before others.
If you know me very well, you know that I love Morning Glories. You know, that trumpet flower that men call weeds. It’s true that they will wander and grow out of control if you don’t keep up with them.
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This year, I haven’t been able to take care of the flowers as well as in the past and they have grown without my assistance. Or rather, have grown in spite of neglect. There are so many object lessons in my patch of Morning Glories. (Just imagine how many I would have if I had planted the seeds that I harvested last year!)
For today, my lesson is that sometimes while looking at the full picture, we miss the one perfect flower hidden beneath the vines and bushes. We often take credit for the things we work hard for and cultivate. However, the plant that endures scorching ninety-degree weather without water, stands up against buffeting winds during a sudden storm after a week of drought and still produces flowers is amazing to me. It grows stronger in adversity.
Sometimes, life is like that. We don’t always see God’s hand working in the hardships of life. We don’t understand why He allows things to happen without intervening. Sometimes it’s because He is making us stronger. We must depend upon Him and be fed by studying His Word. In those times of trials, we can give in to depression and shrivel up, become angry and choke out something beautiful or we can trust in Him to make us what He wants us to become. When we trust and wait on Him, we grow and blossom and become someone God can use in the life of someone else. Someone is always watching. What will they see?
Will they just see leafy vines or will they see the beautiful bloom that was once hidden under hardships and endured?
“Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalms 46:10
“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.” Jeremiah 29:11
“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” Matthew 5:16
When the Blooms Hide If you know me very well, you know that I love Morning Glories. You know, that trumpet flower that men call weeds.
The Churning Song
We go to the grocery store and pick up a box containing four sticks of butter to use for cooking and baking. It wasn’t always this easy. Not for women like my great-grandmother who lived on a farm!
The cow was milked, cream skimmed from the top and then butter was churned. It wasn’t an easy task when our great, great-grandmother churned butter. There was a rhythm to churning. I saw this on…
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