Saturday, October 31, 2009
As it turned out, he worked with another Christian and they were able to be a great encouragement to each other - as well as be a testimony in various ways to several of the other people.
The two weeks turned out to be a great experience.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Anyway, we always have food, which has to include the word "mole" or something else chemistry-related in the name. Examples: spaghetti and meatmoles, water-mole-n, buffamole chicken wings, oatmole cookies. Well, I told the students today that I will bring a hashbrown cassermole. One of the girls immediately wrinkled her nose and said "Does it have onions in it? I don't like anything with onions in it." I told her that if she doesn't like it, don't eat it.
A couple of weeks ago we did a small density experiment that included gummi bears. I gave the class the extra ones to eat. You wouldn't believe all the students who would eat ONLY red gummi bears, or ONLY the white ones.
It's not just this class. I've seen it repeatedly. Young people have too many choices today - and thus they have gotten too picky. It's an outgrowth of too much "stuff" in general. I remember various times of taking a carload of kids through a McDonalds or Burger King line, and would have to order, for example, "four cheeseburgers, one with everything, one with no mustard, one plain, one with just ketchup. In itself there's nothing wrong with that - but when the trend is there for young people (and older people too for that matter) to always have things exactly like they want them - that's not a healthy trend for the person or for society.
Off my soapbox now. More about Mole Day after the celebration. I may post a few Mole Day jokes on here. Readers will groan.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Angel trumpet plants. $1 each on clearance at Park Seed in Greenwood last spring. They are unusual but nice.
This is ONE lantana plant. It has taken over most of the large bed in front by the driveway. It's much larger than many bushes or shrubs. And it thrives in drought!
The most unusual plant in our yard. We tried to grow some of these from seeds, but they didn't sprout. Then we saw three plants at the Clemson Botanical Gardens plant sale and bought them. They're called ornamental peppers and they are beautiful. We'll try them again next year, maybe putting them in a more prominent place.
Those are the plants that still look nice. Give them another week or two; then we'll get a good frost, and that will be the end for this year. Mike, the rain, the sun, and God create some very nice and beautiful sights in our yard each year.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Summer staff in the days of the road being unpaved - The road was so dusty that we could barely see our way. The washboarding ruined the undercarriage of many a car. But we staff members had to keep going, as fast as we could, because staff meeting was at 2:00 on Saturday afternoon, and we didn't dare be late. Those were good times.
Weekend worker - I'd leave my teaching job at 4:00, pack, and then go to camp. Spending the weekend there, usually working in the office but sometimes the craft shop, was always a great experience. I remember in October of 1980 when my grandmother passed away, and I had to leave Sunday morning, coming down the mountain when the leaves were at their peak--a trip that I remember well because of the beauty as well as the circumstances.
Getting engaged - Mike and I were traveling to the Wilds just to spend the afternoon, and he popped the question on the way there so that I could show off my diamond to my friends.
Taking kids to camp - Andrew loved junior camp, and ML and I drove up to spend the night with the Hays and then pick him up. We also took several trips as a family to Labor Day family camp, and the kids loved that also. Those trips up the road were filled with "are we there yet?"
School trips - riding a bus, not much fun. I'll never forget the trip about four years ago when I somehow ended up at the back of the oldest bus, windows open, exhaust coming in, bus swinging on the hairpin curves. I've never gotten so sick on the trip as that time.
That curvy mountain road is full of memories!