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A Tribute to a Father

His harvest may be over, But in my heart it’s not Because I still can see him In my every waking thought
I can see him at the counter Drinking his cup of coffee, eating a slice of pie I can see him walking out the door Grabbing one more donut, kissing Mom good-bye I can see him in his coveralls In his boots and cap I can see him in the recliner The paper in his lap
I can see him in the tractor Driving in the field, plowing up the land I can see him at the lake Standing on the dock, fishing pole in hand
I can hear him in the church Greeting friends and chatting, singing hymns with abundant cheer I can hear him in the cattleyard Hollering at a stubborn steer
I can hear him with the grandbabies Playing in the sandbox, playing a game I can hear him chuckling and laughing Loving being Grandpa Loving when they say his name I can hear him in the kitchen A phrase he always used to say “There’s always tomorrow. And if there is no tomorrow It doesn’t matter anyway.”
There are no more tomorrows

For this great man is gone

But always in our hearts His memory will live on

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Gary G.—- 78 a resident of rural Iowa died on Sunday, October 24, 2010. His funeral service will be held at 11:00 A.M. Friday, October 29, 2010 at the Presbyterian Church where Gary was a member & elder. Burial will be at —-Cemetery. Visitation will be from 4:00 P.M. to 8:00 P.M. Thursday at the Funeral Home and one hour before services Friday at the church. Memorials may be made to the Presbyterian Church Endowment Fund. He was born in Iowa on August 19, 1932, the son of William & Pearl In 1953, Gary enlisted in the U.S. Army and served on the island of Okinawa in the south Pacific. He was honorably discharged in 1955. Gary was a 1960 graduate of Iowa State University with a degree in Farm Operations. On September 29, 1962, he was united in marriage to Joyce at the Presbyterian Church. He was a 4th generation life-long farmer and was named Iowa Master Farmer in 1996. In 1989, the farm was named a Century Farm having been in the family for 100 years. Those left to honor his memory include his beloved wife, Joyce; his children, Connie and Kevin and Jessica; and his grandchildren, Aviana, Brielle, Cadrian & Denton. Gary was preceded in death by his brother, Billy; and by his parents.(edited to protect identifying details)

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Oct-09-2010-004

Golly what a day.

Certain people around here were in rare form today.

Mud pies to gravel stew and everything in between was the course of the day. If it made a mess, it got made. If it was the opposite of what I said, it got done. If it was movable, it got thrown. If it could be fallen off of, it happened. If it could be bickered about, it was. If it was wet, it got spilled. If it could cry, it would, and loudly. If it could poo, it did, all the way down the legs.
It was just one of those days.
The amazing part of the day was how God was right there beside me, pulling me through. Helping me out. Dosing me with patience. Calming my spirit. Boosting my strength.
Now I’m plum tuckered out.
*lurches off in the general direction of the chocolate*
Moments like this make it all worth it.
Mostly.
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Still here…

My kitchen’s a total wreck because I let Aviana make cinnamon bread all by herself, and I hadn’t completely cleaned up from lunch.

But I’m tired now and don’t want to deal.
I’ve been slightly addicted to Gilmore Girls on DVD and 16 and Pregnant online. I really shouldn’t be watching that show since all those girls are thinner at full term pregnant than I am now, and walk around in their regular size 0 jeans right after delivery and it makes me insanely jealous.
I’ve been eating too much sugar, and not getting out to walk enough, but I’m tired and part of me doesn’t care (until I look in the mirror).
I got my hair cut this week and I really liked it in the salon. Now I hate it.
My kids are awesome. Cadrian is talking more and more. He’s hilarious, so full of life and love and compassion. He’s a noticer and he loves being a farmer’s son.
Brielle is coming into her own–she’s amazing. She can be so conscientious when she wants to be. She is still a little ball of fire, but in a much more of a controlled burn kind of way. She cracks everyone up with her spunk.
Aviana has discovered a new level of silly at six. She’s learning more every day than I thought possible, and says things like, “I’m just doe-ing to div you the abridged version of the story.” She is absolutely honest and completely adorable.
Denton is as sweet as can be. He is getting fat rolls and is making progress in the smile department, although he’s still a little stingier than I would like. He is a snuggle bunny and I love how he just stares at me. He’s quite the squeaker, awake, nursing and asleep.
They are the joys of my life, and even though I hate my belly and my hair and my kitchen, life is good.
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